The girl's foot tapped nervously on the ground, the sound muted by the worn orange carpet left over from the 80's. She looked away from the sheet filled with empty bubbles that made her head swim and focused instead on the room around her.
The walls were the sickly beige color shared by so many public institutions, and the facilitator watching the students had sharp features that reminded her of a hawk. She picked up her pencil to begin sketching the hawk-man, but remembered that she could not draw on the test and dropped the writing utensil.
It made a thud as it hit the desk, unnaturally loud in the quiet testing center, and she saw a boy sneak a furtive glance at her before bending back over his work. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, as though she planned to dive underwater for a long time, then opened them again and dove back into the test.
The walls were the sickly beige color shared by so many public institutions, and the facilitator watching the students had sharp features that reminded her of a hawk. She picked up her pencil to begin sketching the hawk-man, but remembered that she could not draw on the test and dropped the writing utensil.
It made a thud as it hit the desk, unnaturally loud in the quiet testing center, and she saw a boy sneak a furtive glance at her before bending back over his work. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, as though she planned to dive underwater for a long time, then opened them again and dove back into the test.
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