A/N: More of me. I hope you guys will have more fun reading this than the 'me' stuck in this story. ;)
I'm just a step away
I'm just a breath away…
Groaning I swatted my hand in the general direction of my cell phone, turning off the blaring alarm.
Losing my faith today
Falling off the edge today!
Turning on my side, I snuggled deeper under the covers.
"I'm late!" I shrieked, falling out of bed to the floor in a confused heap, the cotton coverlet tangling around my frame as I tried to grab my cellphone.
9:20 a.m.
"Nonononono. This can't be happening again!" I cried, hurriedly casting a glance around me. My jeans were lying in a crumpled heap on the floor where I had thrown them the day before. Actually I had thrown them on the chair. I must have missed but… "Why didn't anyone wake me up?" I cried, hastily changing into my clothes, throwing on the black kurta I was wearing the day before. "Shit! Shit! Not again… please. I can't be late again! Where the heck did drop my keys?" I turned my room upside down, trying to locate the golden keychain that held the solitary key to the lock to my room. I threw the books from my study table onto the bed, hastily looking under half open books. "Where are they? Damn it. Not today!"
I ducked under my bed, my hands blindly groping around on the tiled floor in search of the missing keys. I could feel the dust gathering underneath my bed. I'd have to clean that soon. But that would come later. I was late for my final again. I was-
"Miss _, can you please take your seat now? I am about to distribute the question papers." I peeked out from under the bed to find that I was in a class room that strangely enough appeared similar to the messing hall at my dorms. Why the heck were they conducting an exam in the messing hall? "Miss _?"
"Oh. Right. Sorry." I hastily straightened up, taking the seat that head materialized next to me. Thinking nothing of it, I grabbed my pen, resting on the table inside an empty bottle of orange juice. Strange. I knew I put my pen in my pencil box… not the juice bottle. Looking down, I noticed I was still wearing my sleepwear. Oh God… I was pretty sure I had changed into my day clothes.
"Now that we are seated, you may begin. Please turn over your exam sheets. You have thirty minutes to complete your exam." I froze in the motion of turning over the sheet.
What the fuck? Thirty minutes for a final exam? Was this guy high or something? Casting a look around myself to see if my peers had noticed something off about the examiner as well, I realized that they were all busy scribbling furiously on their sheets. Shrugging lightly, I turned my attention to the paper before me. Maybe I had somehow missed the memo on the timing for the exams? It was entirely possible you know. After all, they had all missed that I was giving my final in my pajamas. Ah well…
Q1. Draw the chemical structure of Benzene. (10 marks)
Q2. Why is the raven like a writing desk? Give two examples. (3 + 4 marks)
Q3. What is your date of birth? (15 marks)
Q4. Why are you giving this exam? (3 marks)
Q5. If x=3 and y=2 then find the value of z=x+y? (25 marks)
Blinking hard, I reread the question paper.
What
The
Hell?
This was supposed to be my VLSI* exam! Why were they asking me questions from Chemistry and Algebra, stuff that I had not had to read for over two years now! And Alice in Wonderland? Really?
Shaking my head, I grinned like an idiot, filling it out in under five minutes, though I wasn't really sure why a raven would resemble a writing desk, but as soon as I reached the last question, dread settled in the pit of my stomach.
The value of z… was it… was it 7? Or… maybe it was 4… No. That wasn't right. It was… wait… why I don't I know the answer to such a basic problem? This was supposed to be child's-play compared to everything else I had solved in class... why was I stuck on it?
Sweat began to bead my brow as I cast a glance around the class and noticed my classmates filling out sheet after sheet after sheet… just what the heck were they all writing? It was almost like they were all mocking me with the constant scritch scritch scritch of their pencils and pens and quills… wait a minute. Quills?
Where in the world had I ended up?
"Thirty seconds everyone." The examiner called out and I stared back at the sheet, my eyes widening in horror as the sheet wiped itself clean of my untidy scrawl.
"Time's up. Please put your quills down and pass your parchments to the student seated in front of you."
Gasping for breath, I shot up, groaning at the pain that assaulted my head the minute I was upright.
"So, how was it?" her onyx eyes bore into mine as the nameless woman leaned over me.
"That's… the best… you've got?" I grunted, trying to bring my queasy stomach under control, "Seriously? You guys gave me… a nightmare about exams… that's the best form of torture… you could come up with?" Her eyes narrowed slightly as I continued speaking, "Honestly, a four year old could come up with better methods than this." I meant it. Have you tried watching Barney? That purple dinosaur could scar you for life!
"We were short on time," she hissed, daring me to laugh at her, "Fei wanted us to move in as soon as we could."
"Oh so the Bat-guano still gets to be in charge of all the baddies?" Please my stupid mouth… just shut up…
"Do you enjoy making things worse for yourself?" the nameless woman from Broken- yugh! I seriously need to come up with a name for her- growled as she suddenly grabbed my hair and pulled me close enough that our noses almost touched.
"Uh… considering how I've never really been in a situation like this before I can't believe I've had any previous experience in making things worse for myself." Why mouth? Why? Why did you have to develop your own brain right when I was in some serious danger?
"Mmm… I usually like it when my captives have a sharp tongue." She grinned, her sharp nail tracing a path down the side of my face, making me freeze in horror.
Oh shit! Don't tell me this sick… vile thing just… just said what I thought she did. First my mouth and now my OC? Next thing you know, my glasses would have a mind of their own. Although… I can only hope it's not as sick as this psycho's… someone please remind me why I keep on making my evil guys slightly mentally unhinged?
*VLSI stands for Very Large Scale Integrations. It's one of my Elective courses and even though the theory isn't that hard, the labs are time consuming as hell.
