Rain fell as the night did. Stars illuminated the otherwise dark skies as Luke stared blankly into the horizon. The gentle night wind caressed his rosy cheeks, whilst running through his bright blonde hair as would a caring mother's fingers. It wasn't going to be long before the sun would rise, and Luke had to enter examination hall. He couldn't sleep. Pressure. Anxiety. Fear. But simple confidence eluded him. His tiny heart weighed a thousand tonnes that night, as did his singly folded eye lids, which he slowly slammed to a shut.
Cuckoo the roosters clucked. Woof the dogs howled. Little Luke awakened gradually as the sun's rays gave a warm hug to everything in sight. Today, Luke's vivacious nature gave way to his distressed emotions. Nervously, he put on his white school top and dull black shorts, before lugging his school bag to the door. "Bye! I'm going to school!" Luke exclaimed. Droplets of sweat agglomerated on his little forehead as his steps quickened. Not long after, he had arrived. Panting, he scurried to locate his seat. "Lance...Larry...Leo...Leon...Leonard...Lucas...Luke!" he murmured under his breath as his eyes scanned the name list. A13 was the seat number assigned to his name; Luke Doncaster.
"Start!" Instinctively, Luke picked up his weapon and attacked. Frowns donned his face with the occasional chuckle as he felt the relieve of completing a question. Algebra down, Graphing down, then came his most dreaded nemesis; Calculus. He jabbed at the calculator, typing out line after line of equations, with none of them even making the least of sense in little Luke's mind. Eventually, an answer emerged. Despite being in an air conditioned hall, Luke was still drenched. However, he was drenched but not defeated. He had answered every single question to his best effort and he knew, he could not have done it any better. What's more, he had 5 minutes to spare.
"Stop writing!" echoed through out the hall. This was met by a ton of sighs, of which some carried disappointment, some carried relief. Luke's was definitely the latter. Luke handed over his answer sheet, grinning from ear to ear. He was relieved. He was happy. But most importantly, he was free. It was his final examination of his middle school life. He had did it. Never once did Luke ever imagine he would conquer the mathematics paper, but he did it. It may not be much, but to Luke, he had conquered the world.
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