The Exam

• Tori McCann, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2022

The clock struck 12
The room fell silent, not a word passed
Not a sound was made
The bell rang twice
Pencils were placed into fingers
Aimed to papers that could determine their future
The clock struck 1
A violent scream is heard
That was one less person in the room
They kept walking around us, looking over our shoulders
Cheaters were caught every hour
Two dreadful hours pass and the bell rings twice
It was over, there was no one left, all but 1 person
I stood up with my paper, holding it out
They found me, they saw how I did it
Soon enough, I was greeted with my demise