I had spectacularly failed the written part of the exam. Not because I didn’t know the material—no—but every time I tried to form a thought, another vision pulled me away.
I was the last to hand in my paper. Now we had a lunch break, and then…the oral exam.
I pulled my phone from my bag and saw the battery was dead.
Julie approached me a little later.
“What are you doing, Clara? How could you be late for an exam?”
“I don’t know. I overslept.”
“And what exactly were you doing all night to oversleep on the most important exam? More importantly—who were you with? Was it him?”
“Him who?” Veronica, one of our classmates, joined the conversation.
“Clara, don’t tell me you finally have a boyfriend?” the second girl asked.
“Yes,” Julie jumped in, grinning, “our dear Clara has finally fall
