CROSS YOUR FINGERS AND HOPE
May
1991“Ladies and gentlemen! Time up. Put your pens and
pencils down.”
Daisy had finished twenty minutes ago.
Conscious of her schoolmates scribbling away around her, she had checked and
double-checked her paper, fearful that she had missed something. Nothing obvious jumped out, and she was relieved when
the invigilator stood up and shook her bell.
There was nothing more she could do. The
peal of the bell signified not only the end of this exam but all of them. She had completed the last of her eight ‘O’
Grades, and summer could now begin in earnest. Apart from an unlucky few who
still had to sit biology, most of the other people in the room were finished too. Sighs, laughter and loud
conversations broke out around her.
“How did you get on?” Linda
