I can do this, I can do this, I thought to myself.
No, you can't, you're screwed.
Shut up, I said to the voice in my head. I can do this, I will do this and I'm going to get that blimmin' A that I blimmin' deserve.
A? You'll be lucky to get a D.
I thought I told you to shut up!
I sighed and watched as the junior pupils who had annoyed me all year walked by, blissfully unaware of the turmoil in my head. These were the people who had been clocking up my Facebook Home page with posts about how their exams were so hard, so difficult. Stupid third years. They didn't even know the meaning of exams.
I looked down at my notes that I had carefully written up over the last week. It was a shame I could barely remember any of it. "For the love of aldehydes..." I muttered as I scanned the page, looking for something I actually knew how to do. EPIC FAIL summed up the moment perfectly.
"Eric," said a voice behind me. As a girl, I was not called Eric. It was an annoying nickname that stuck. I turned round to see a boy standing there, his face serious, shoulders hunched and the muffled sound of emergency Alestorm diffusing from his headphones. "Geoff," I replied, nodding.