I walk down the path with no light to guide me.

I stare at the questions that fall before me.

My body trembles with exhaustion.

My mind spins from utter confusion.

I walk in circles, never finding the answer.

Dead ends stop me, tricks and traps delay me.

A man talks in the background.

I hear nothing.

I see nothing.

I understand nothing.

My tools disappear from my hand, snatched by another.

They were of no use anyway.

If I had listened, I could still be alive.

A clock appears before me, it shows that it is 9:05.

I come to a stop. My journey is done. It ended as abruptly as it had begun.

Now all that’s left is to pray for success.

That is the story of my math test.