Last bench girl

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: May 08, 2017

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9999. What a monotonic number. Pranis gazed at it and think over for a while. Well, number was not only thing he could fiddle with at this moment. Obviously, he had a lot more important lists to precede; the first being study. Two days after he’s having this monstrous engineering entrance exam which if he fails will have to wait another whole year. He is certainly not to mess it up this time. Yes. This time. This time he’s adamant he’ll act selfish. Friendship , sympathy be darned. It wasn’t that he was less talented to not be shortlisted. It was anything but running out of time. How? See, the whole thing muddles when his extra caring nature intervenes and overshadows his ambitious personality. If you ask him a question, he’ll answer that if you are a stranger. He’ll also clue for next if you are a friend. And, if it’s a lovely girl sitting next to him, may be he’ll fill that answer sheet himself ignoring the rules and protocols thanks to his ‘extracaring nature’. It earns you love or may be respect but shortlived. Once the exam is over, it’s gone and your pals get away while you are left with another gruesome year to pass. So, now. The thing is simple: study. Give exam. Focus on your own answer sheet for a couple of hours. Turn a deaf ear to those strangers who won’t remember him after, to those fair weather friends who wouldn’t respond to him if it weren’t for exam and to those ‘lovely’ girls who he expect to request him with her soft voice- come on! you cannot woo anyone that way. The grand day. Only thing he’d to be careful of his not letting that overhelpful side of his on. Solving questions, with years of experience and his gifted mind or hardworking he , was a cakewalk for him. He looked for his exam room and entered. 9999 second last bench. Preceding was Rollno 9998. Last bench was not marked at all. He shrugged. Then, arrives the question paper. Only had he turned the paper as it arrived, he started being looked at- for answers. A guy murmured to answer him no. 2. And, the resolution he had setup in his mind actually worked. He was surprised himself at how he could act suddenly so cynical. Then he commenced going through the questions. First one, he had no idea about. Alright 99 of 100 also sufficiently works to get through entrance. Second, made him a little annoyed. Third turned him red and as he proceeded to reckon the question….his spine chilled. His heart thrashed stronger and faster against his chest. Each single nerve in his head ached. He was blushing and flushing. His ears were growing uncontrollably red. What on earth was that? What on earth was that? Was it seriously the entrance exam he’d came for? Or, he’d entered the wrong exam hall? Or, the question paper was flipped? He discovered how mad he’d gone to have all focus directed in trivial matters that he’d forgotten to be well prepared. He was already so panic stricken by the massive bunch of challenging questions now even the easy ones seem to lose acquaintance. Half an hour left and not a single question seem to be solved. He was completely baffled. Is he seriously going to submit empty answer sheet. He was bewildered. The difficult ones puzzled his mind and his puzzled mind couldnot get the easy ones either. Ironically, people were still asking him for answers. He literally wanted to raise a middle finger at them. He couldnot work the questions in his mind. He was very close to this awful fact of having to wait another year to pursue his dream. 25 minutes left. He turned around to see a girl in the last bench. Probably roll no. 10000. His eyes revealed how desparately he needed her help and hers reflected she was willing. “Qn. 1?” he whispered. “b” she replied loud enough for him to hear. “2?” “d” He shivered while filling the circles. “keep calm or you’ll mess the sheet”, she alerted not caring to measure her voice. It was audacious of her to speak that loud- at least for an exam hall. Thankfully, nobody seems to notice that. Well known advantage of last bench. She suggested him to solve chemistry portion first. “I know you can do it.” ‘I know?”, he thought. How would she know? Hastily, he set aside these ideas. He’d the whole day to think about these cryptic things. Now, he wanted to make the most of the 20 minutes. She was right. He actually knew the chemistry questions. Infact all of them. The first dangerous questions had clouded his intelligence. He was quite satisfied after solving them and then looked at his watch only to find out he’d 8 minutes left. He got maddened. How can he now manage time? He can also not ruin anyone’s else exam by completely depending on her. Nothing could be more petrifying than this feeling. He can well tolerate that he’s failed but running short of time is so damn horrible and nasty. He cannot bear with anymore. Before submitting his ‘most of blank’ answer sheet, he decided to give one final look to the final hope-the last bench girl. “4 c” she uttered. He’d not asked for it verbally. Yet she beautifully understood how badly he needed it. It was as if she could read minds. “5d, 6b”, she continued. Her voice was so sweet yet invigorating that excited him while he filled the circles matching his pace with hers. And 100c she finished. The bell rang and he submitted the paper. He was still trembling. Nothing more spectacular could have happened in that last 8 minutes. If he was shortlisted this time, he probably would not be as satisfied for it would not be his own efforts that reaped. But he would think probably god owed him this for all the good things he’d done in the past, for all the years he’d lost in the name of his fellow examinees. But where was she? She had suddenly vanished in the dispersing crowd. He wanted to thank her with all his heart. She had helped her so generously. He even doubted if she’d ever focused on her own answer sheet. Every time he turned to her, she was attending to him. He could have expected nothing more from anybody. And, he realized he didn’t even know her name. “Excuse me,”, he went on to a help desk “can I know the name of today’s exam roll no. 10000?” “Please wait for a while,” the receptionist scrolled through the computer screen and replied “ I’m sorry. Roll no. 9999 , pranis is the last candidate. There is no roll no. 10000”


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