scene nineteen - exam - year ten

Well, they’d answered all the questions. The flimsy plastic clock ticking overhead had heard their mind tell it that almost a thousand times, as they watched the seconds, slower than seconds ought to have been, pass by. Whoever had sat in front of them was asleep—whoever was behind them was still scribbling relentlessly, as they had been for most of the—how long were they meant to sit here, in silence?