Exam Essay
Copyright© 2016 by JohnnyMax
Chapter 1
Hi I’m Josh, a senior in High School, still a virgin. Likely to stay that way as I just get so tongue-tied around girls that I’m never likely to get a date.
I started writing stories around three years ago and last year I found a stories website and started writing stories that included a little romance and have had four published so far. The writers guides on the website gave me heaps of good advice and the editors are really helpful as well.
Last week was Final Exams and I had English on friday. Our exam had a bit of the usual grammar, what did you think of this etc but the main task was a composition “Write a love letter to the girl/boy of your dreams, 2-3 pages”. The girl of my dreams sat two in front of me, I’d sat behind her all year, looking at that fiery red-head and wishing my tongue could at least talk to her. Vague ideas of other things to do with my tongue from some of the erotic stories I’d read, but knowing how unlikely that was.
I worked through the secondary tasks and then got on to the love letter. The words just flowed and flowed and when the teacher told us 5 to go I was able to finish with a flourish and hand my papers in with some confidence.
I walked home thinking about that letter and suddenly stopped with a gasp. “Oh my god, did I ... Oh no,” I used some of the erotic phrasing I had tried in my last published story. What would the teacher think.
I spent the weekend on tenderhooks half expecting my teacher to make contact but she didn’t.
Monday I had English last period and, even though we weren’t expecting the papers to be marked until friday, I was still expecting the axe to fall. My worst fears were realised when she looked up at the bell and “Josh, would you please stay behind”.
Even though I was half expecting it, I still sat stunned in my seat. The class filed out and disappeared down the hall and I was left waiting, my stomach churning.
“Come up here Josh, we need to talk about your exam composition”
Now Mrs Marks is a really cool teacher MOST of the time, but when you’re in trouble she doesn’t hesitate to let you know, but this time she smiled at me, I didn’t know what to think. I walked up to the front and sat where she indicated.
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