Megan's pov
The room was bathed in a gentle, golden morning light, creating a warm and cozy ambiance. Delicate curtains billowed gracefully in the light breeze. Every available surface of my bed was overwhelmed with textbooks, scattered papers, and my laptop, its screen illuminating my intent gaze. With a sense of diligence, I perused the questions, clicking the correct answers, and advancing with the cursor to the next one
My lips felt the touch of my teeth as I tried to recall the answer to the last question. A surge of triumph lit up my face when I remembered, and I confidently clicked the answer button.
After a thorough review of my work, I offered a silent prayer and exhaled deeply before clicking the submission button. A confirming message flashed on the screen, signaling the com
