It Is Over
Jirac scribbled down a whole stream of barely legible words on the parchment. It was once clean, pristine, white, but now, dark blots of ink and sweat had left their mark on it.
The myriad of words rioted messily in his mind, and he, nervous, was having a very tough time organizing his thoughts. He formed a mental image of himself being a captain, and as the memorized formulas marched bravely forwards, he shoved them in line and sent them out through the channel called a quill, in his mind a winding slope, to meet the deadly battlefield made of paper.
It sounded pretty stupid, even to him, but daydreaming, ironically, helped him to concentrate. Ennui was a barrier between him and realization.
Finally, the formulas clicked in.
"The amount of energy harnessed for the combined reaction of…" he whispered softly, the nib of his quill hastily darting over the paper, sending out soldiers of ink.
He glanced up, staring at the clock for a few moments before continuing his essay. He never got wind of how to read an analog device properly. He could only estimate that he had about three minutes left.
"There, done!" he finished off his page-long essay with a flourish, then sighed in relief. His magician qualification examinations were, at long last, over. He couldn't remember the last time he had relaxed. It was too long ago. But now, this Magic Theory paper marked the end of the boredom, the studying. It marked a whole new age of fun. After all, it would be six years before Jirac would see another examination script.
"And time's up! Put down your quills."
As the head examiner cast a simple attraction spell, the rolls of parchment, quills and inkwells flitted towards his table. Amidst the raucous laughter and exhilarated screams of the students, the head examiner strolled out of the hall, clearly faced with this situation many times before, and driven to tiresomeness with it.
Elation crept over Jirac's face in the form of a wide grin. Punching the air with his fist, he let his voice join all the others in a thunderous cheer. Now, all the stress, the anxiety, was gone. The shadow that had darkened his life ever since this year had faded. Nothing weighed on him now, no burden, nothing. Not till the release of his results, he amended mentally. Still, he couldn't help his heightened mood, and he rushed out towards the lush, green forests of Ellinia, the calm, serene atmosphere filling him with a rush of anticipation and joy. Sitting on a dead stump, he angled his head upwards, releasing the frustration, the angst, the pressure in a deafening bellow.
After all, it was all over.
Author's Note:
Yup, I couldn't stop myself from writing a fanfic after PSLE, about PSLE. I hated it. And now it's over.
WOOT. I feel so damned excited! I doubt I can sleep later. Now, it's roughly ten. O-o.
I know the fanfic is of a really bad quality. I apologise. I was too…. Something. This short oneshot sucks. Seriously.
But hey, PSLE's over.
It is over.