BI Cerpen
Every line i wrote, every breath i took, and every time my pen touched the thin sheet of paper, i knew i can do it. My chest felt as if i was being sat on, my breathing was shallow, my eyes looked from left to right. My shoulders were hunched, my eyes on the filled out paper in front of. Even if i couldnt feel my own legs, i knew i could do it right. My train of focus was stopped abruptly by someone, "Hey, aren't you a bit to tense?" I looked up and let out a laugh "Your struggling-" "I can do this." They eyed me skeptically before nodding and leaving back to their seat. Maybe i was too focused and trying to do it, i let my shoulders fall and pen drop. I was relaxed, knowing that i could do this ( + i was already finished anyway. ) I smiled in excitement as i got up from my seat and held the test paper in my hand. I watched as a line began to form at the teachers desk, others were coming along with their finished test papers too. The scent of the room...