Oakley sat in her fluffy , comfy black chair in her room , waiting for her test results from earlier’s test. She felt satisfied with her test , feeling like she knew every single answer , but her heart was hammering in her chest as she awaits for the phone call or text message which says that she has passed or failed , they fear of failing again creeping up her spine , making her shiver.
She sipped on her matt black cup filled with coffee , the steam oozing from it as she sits while reading a book at her desk which is located in front of her window, looking out to the front yard. She sat with her knees pulled into her chest as she held the warm cup , looking at the rain droplets running down the window on the outside.
It felt like she waited the whole day , feeling like the time stood s
