The eerie quiet of your room amplified the constant buzzing within your ears. Sitting up, your eyes instinctively fall upon the alarm clock, the night had been filled with restless uneasy sleep. Seeing the clock, you jump to a start, panic filling your rigged groggy form. The image upon the clock burned itself deep into your memory—a sinking feeling of dread revoking your appetite and making your stomach churn. Not changing your attire and rapidly slipping something onto your feet you bolt out the door. The reaper was after you, death by the hands of your parents was an unpleasant fate.

Your final exam within mathematics started 10 minutes ago.



	Your fate may as well been sealed… You were late.