The Last Summer. Chan Howell
face told the truth, and Principal Overstreet knew my aversion for Ruby. I was permitted to finish my test, and Mrs. Joplin restarted the test. I hurried through the last dozen questions.
Principal Overstreet asked Ruby to leave with her, and she allowed him to take his test booklet and answer sheet. Ruby finished the test in the principal’s office. I struggled coloring in the bubbles on the answer sheet. My heart pounded, and I felt my pulse in my thumb. I was the last student to finish. I used the entire amount of allotted time. My classmates collectively sighed as we could now finally breath without Mrs. Joplin giving us the evil eye. Mrs. Joplin concluded the test with the familiar words, “Thank you. You have now completed the state of North Carolina’s seventh-grade math placement exam.” Everyone sat up straight as Mrs. Joplin and the proctor collected our answer sheets.
Our modified class schedule should’ve sped the day up, but for me it would drag on as I awaited my test scores. Mr. Troutman asked everyone how we thought we did, and I was surprised when Wyatt said, “I aced that test.” I shrugged and said, “Just pray for me.”
Just before our last period, I ran into Mrs. Joplin in the hallway. She apologized and told me to cover my answers. “Don’t feed the bottom feeders, or one day they will expect it.” She walked away, and her sneakers loudly squeaked in the empty hallway.
The school day crept to 3:00 p.m., and the test scores would be handed out just before dismissal. I wanted the day to end, but at the same time, I was terrified. Our last-period teacher, Mrs. Cassio, would be charged with delivering the dreaded message. She handed me my envelope with my scores, and I looked at Wyatt, who was grinning. He must’ve gotten good news. I opened the envelope, and I had scored 97 percent. I would head to prealgebra next fall. Wyatt had failed, and he assured me that was his plan. We both agreed to see each other at tonight’s championship game.
Whitley informed me she had scored 99 percent. I was not shocked, but I knew the result of us both passing the exam. We would likely share classes again next year. The school was shrinking. I would need to get accustomed to not being able to avoid my sister.
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