what if the time stops ticking at 12:34 AM
I actually typed the words backwards. Hilarious. Okay, maybe not. Anyway, the dark clouds? They've blown over. Maybe not all, but at least I see sunlight again. I swear I almost cried and dropped dead standing, if not for Li Bin irritating me there and then. My register number, 23. I stood in the line, waiting for 22 people to get their result slips. Watching people around me jump for joy (not literally), cry, frown, expressionless. My heart felt AWFULLY heavy yet it was beating really fast. When it came to my turn, I gripped on to the pen hard, then signed my name on the class register. I did not want to see my results until later, but I could NOT resist the temptation. My eyes automatically shifted to the grades. I scanned, and scanned for a 9. and NO THERE WASN'T ONE. Yes, I heaved a sigh of relief. Though I didn't do fantastic well, I'm happy enough to have passed. 'Cause my mind was dead set on failing. I was on Cloud 9 (: Anyway, I called my mom and she was equally happy, if not, happier. Could tell how nervous she was back home, though she smirked each time we exchanged glances. Everyone at home expected me to fail. But, ah, whatever. It's getting pretty draggy.
Here I say goodbye to my school and the people in it (:
The journey ends here, and thank you for being part of it.
