Chapter 25:
It was 15 minutes into the exam. All around her Libby could hear the sound of pages being turned and pens scribbling away on paper and could feel the pressure rising as she looked down at her own paper where she had written nothing. Shakily she picked up the pen and tried again to read the question but the words seemed to be swirling around on the page making them unreadable.
After taking a few deep breaths Libby looked at the question and started to attempt to answer the question even though she had no idea what she should write. She couldn't remember any quotes and couldn't think of any examples to write but she knew time was ticking away and she hadn't written a single thing.
Minutes ticked by as Libby attempted to answer the questions in the exam but she knew it wasn't going well at all. Her mind had gone blank about everything she had learned and she was struggling to stay awake. She could feel her eyelids starting to get heavy but she was determined to stay away. She had too. It didn't help that her cheek was still swollen and stinging making it even harder to concentrate. Libby continued to write what she could to answer the questions but she knew she was running out of time and she hadn't answered them all.
All of a sudden the booming voice of Mr Clarkson echoed around the hall asking for all pens to be placed down and papers to be closed but Libby ignored it and continued to frantically write the end of her answer. She could feel tears once again rising in her eyes as she tried her best to blink them away but they were making her eyes sting.
As Libby glanced around the room she could see people getting up and ready to leave whilst Mr Clarkson walked around collecting in the papers, gradually getting closer and closer to Libby.
"Libby, pen down please. The exam is finished." Mr Clarkson said sternly as he slid the paper off the table and added it to the pile. He paused for a moment waiting for Libby to gather her things together but instead she just sat there. She had no idea what she was going to do. All she wanted to do was sit and cry and scream and shout.
Mr Clarkson knelt down next to Libby who kept her head focused down on the table, the pen lid flicking between her fingers. He could see tears sliding silently down over her cheek. As he looked he could see how swollen and bruised it actually was and the outline of fingers on it confirming someone had definitely hit her at least once.
"Let's go to my office." Mr Clarkson said gently before waiting nervously to see what would happen as he expected Libby to protest but instead she got up silently out of her seat and followed Mr Clarkson across the hall and down the corridor to his office. She was too tired to care anymore.
Hi everyone. So I've really enjoyed writing this chapter so I hope you all enjoy it. Thank you for the reviews on the last chapter and I really look forward to reading them about this one!