OWEN’S POV:
“Mr. Owen, Can you please answer the question?”
As the voice rang in my ears and a hand shook me from back, I reverted my gaze back to Mr. Thomas. Who was ogling at me with his eyes hidden behind the cover of his glasses, blurry but still smirking the fact that he was annoyed? So gazing out of the absurdity I just witnessed I asked “I am sorry I didn’t hear. Can you please repeat?” which earned me another scowl from him and then he questioned again “I asked if you know what quantity can be measured in electron volts?”
I didn’t know the answer to it. Maybe I did know. I was good at physics. But now everything was like a blank canvas. Puff it blew away.
“I am sorry. I don’t know the answer to it,” I replied gazing down. I didn’t even know the answer to the questions pil
