Noopur's+Memoir

 media type="custom" key="7882907"  Its test time!

 As I wake up in the morning gleam, I hear the birds chirping in glorious unison. I feel the fresh wind rush through my wavy hair. Feeling my heart pound for love and happiness, I realize that this was developing to be the best day of my life. I dash like an Olympic runner and just made it into my miniature bathroom.Turning around I slam the door shut and lock my dreadful 17 year old sister out! She whines like a insignificant baby,the skittish child she is! Muahahah! I like the evil side of me >:).I trembled out the bathroom feeling the icy wind brush through my skin causing goosebumps to run down my spine. To make sure this //was//  going to be my best day ever, I got my homework planner out, to check if I finished all my homework. Science= Check English vocabulary= Check Social studies worksheet= Check Mathematics= um yea about that …..........

 My eyes blur, the brightness of my smile fades away. Everything turns dark for a moment,and all I see is numbers floating around my eyes! I was dead and gone in no time. My eyes startled as I ogled at my planner.....at that moment I discovered that today was the day I was going to fail my math test and I didn't study for it! I know that for some of you guys a C on a report card is a pretty good grade,but for me a C is like a police officer who wants to carry me into a dark midnight dungeon for the rest of my life! I snuck under my bed making an effort to hide from my mom, but my mom roared at me and kicked me out to the inexcusable bus stop. As I waddled down the sidewalk, I felt white cotton balls spitting water on my brand new North-face jacket. My dirty yellow with black stripes school bus arrived and zapped us to school. I trudged down to homeroom. As I walked past the narrow hallways, I felt like blurting on the white crystal floor and banging my head on the minimized lockers! I strolled down to my seat and wined like a 2 year old craving for candy.

 My Math teacher passed out the test making my head spin in terror. I stared at all the questions. Numbers were fluttering around my head. My eyes bulged out I felt the swear of fear run down my forehead. My heart started pounding, thunder took control of the sky! My hands started trembling.I captured my pencil and my fingers started dancing, trying to scurry away from the frightening pencil. I glanced at the first question 22(2+4). What were the brackets for? Why isn't there any operation sign next to 22? HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO SOLVE THIS PROBLEM? There were so many questions, but no time to answer. I jotted down answers, making everyone ponder that I knew all the answers,but I was only making “educational guesses”. Time was rapidly escaping.

 1, -2 ,-3 ⅕, ⅔,! My hands were as fast as a cheetah trying to escape from a wild brawling lion! I felt my heart pop out of my chest crying for help and mercy! It felt like 90 degrees in the room, but it was only -3 degrees, the sweat of embarrassment slid down my forehead as my teachers timer Beeped. My teacher growled like a starving gorilla trying to rip apart a deer for its flesh and ripe red blood. My chances of getting an F are probably 99.9/100%, but I was glad that I tried. “TERR” The bell rang. Before there were any wild animals sprinting down the hallway trying to dash open their lockers, I rushed out and I figured that this was the worst mathematics test I ever had.