Hell is empty and all the devils are here - William Shakespeare
It's almost as though a dam has been broken and cold, harsh water has been splashed on everyone in the room. There are glares everywhere I turn- some accusing, some scrutinizing and others probably wondering what I had that made a man look at me twice.
I forced myself to ignore them.
The look on the headmistress' face disclosed no information. In fact, she looked as though she'd be glad to get this over and done with and I inhaled deeply before stepping unto certain doom.
Once on the platform, a quick sweep of the crowd proved that it wasn't as easy as it looked standing up here with hundreds of eyes trained on you. Most of the people waiting patiently ―desperate even ― for you to make a mistake so that they could revel in
