"Snow...." My mom said in a sing-song voice when I arrived at the kitchen to have breakfast after a few days.
"Hmmm?" I replied sleepily then sat down beside Nathan. It was a Monday morning. I was half-asleep, my eyes half-closed. My hair was sticking in different directions. Scratching my head, I lean my head on my arm, yawning.
"Guess what?" I heard my mom asking. I could see from my line of vision that mom has a big smile on her face, a sign that she'll tell me something important.
"What?" I asked sleepily.
"It's the Anastolgia High! The results arrived this morning."
I was scratching my neck when it hit me. My eyes instantly opened and I jolted awake, almost falling from the counter.
As if reading my mind, she quickly said, "it’s on the table in the living room, I haven't read it yet." Until now her huge smile was still plastered on her face. I nodded and hurriedly went to the living room. Every step I take, my heart beats faster.
What if I didn't pass it?