Monologue: First Mock

Come round to exams again, here I am, constantly answering without
line breaks. I'll put them in later. I only wrote too much or too
little (I have too many exams- they bite me).
About this time I should be checking through, but I've read both essays
again and I can't get rid of anything, or change what I deem to be
mistakes.

I haven't seen a blackboard for a long time, although I didn't mean to
presume that they no longer existed.

GCSE English

Start: 9.37
Finish: 12.07

We are in the gym, lit by strange yellow light, and it is cold but I
took my coat off and now there is no way to put it back on without
drawing attention to myself. The sleeves were bulky, they got in the
way of my heart... no, my head...
this is recent, because when I stop writing I begin to worry about what
I am going to say in the silences that will be there, tomorrow. Not
like the silence now, tomorrow I will need to fill.
The first mock on the last day? What if the world were to end now and I
never got to tell the truth?

I shall put this paper in my book, folded, risk them telling me I have
cheated and being disqualified. I want a copy of my essay so I can move
it round. No time to write it all out again, though. Why am I not more
worried about the chemistry exam we have this afternoon?
Why have I not worried yet, at all, although there is so much I am
supposed to do?

I will miss myself on the way back.