I sit at my desk as Mr. Barnes passes out the final. My breathing is erratic and I'm clutching the desk extremely hard.
I can't stand it.
"I hope you studied Miss Ravenwood." My teacher leers, slapping the test on my desk.
I ignore him and his portruding nose hairs.
I close my eyes and breath deeply, taking my pencil in hand.
I look the final over, reading all the questions before I answer any.
I remember something Indy taught me...
Don't think of this as a test. Think of it as another tree to climb. Another apple to grab from the topmost branch.
I smile to myself and begin the test.
Three words for you, Mr. Barnes:
BRING. IT. ON.
Okay, I've hit a hard question.
Everyone has already left the room, having finished the exam. Carrie gave me a thumbs up before she walked out, which lightened my spirits just a little.
Question #150 (last question) : Who was said to have fired the first shot heard around the world?
I know this, Indiana said it at least twenty dozen times.
Think, Ravenwood, think.
Okay, Indiana and I went over that 'shot around the world' thing a week ago, and I remember that because he hadn't shaven that day yet...and there was an almost attractive five o' clock shadow on his jaw that I couldn't stop eyeing and...
Samuel Adams!!
I circle the correct answer and practically run to the teachers desk, throwing the test at Mr. Barnes.
"Grade it." I say proudly, but quivering with nervousness inside.
He takes out the answers and begins to grade and I pace the room back and forth.
Dear God, I know I'm an undeserving child with no purpose on Earth other than to annoy people, but could you please give me a good grade? At least a B minus?
Please?