It was now June. This was it. This was the reward for surviving this school, in this town, for this year.
Margaret didn’t have to attend study classes, she had been studying since September.
She walked into her first exam room, as usual just before the bell.
She had learned, since day one, that any seat she took would provoke one of the repulsive creatures which passed as a human, to come to her and claim ‘That’s my Seat’.
From that first day, from that first encounter, Margaret was usually the last student to enter, the last to sit.
Today, as she entered, the teacher pointed to a seat, and she took it. She wrote her name on the paper, and then, at the order, turned over the exam paper and began.
As her eyes touched the questions, Margaret nearly laughed. It was so simple!
Margaret began answering, focusing on her handwriting, her spelling, for she knew the answers as she knew her name.