It just sat there on the green paper, black and bold and glaring at me like I've made a huge mistake. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I felt my eyes grow wider with each passing second as I stared at a huge capital letter that meant everything between life and death. Well, not exactly life and death, but it meant a lot to me.
I felt mocked in a way. The bold letter was printed side-by-side with a numerical correspondence, and both seeped with condescending negativity. My eyes were glued to the paper. It was painful to look at the slip, but I couldn't look away. Damn, this is what I feared the most, I thought. And now it's in front of me. Damn.
I looked around and saw that my other classmates were stoically looking at their slips as well. Although subtle, I immediately sensed their disappointment and shock. It was hard not to notice, anyway. My teacher started speaking again, not minding the depressed aura filling the room. In one swift motion, I sealed the green paper shut. I wanted to shut that thing out of my mind. I put on a smile and turned to my seatmate. She too, looked desolate. We stared at each other with reassuring looks, channeling one clear message. This is going to be a long term.
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Bleh. I dislike my MTRs. Strongly dislike.
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