I Turned over the Question Paper

I sullen oer the headland writing, I flipped through any the pages. I did not know how to swear out any of the movements. I racked my brain to disclaim what I had studied yesterday however I barely could remember anything. I viewed around the class and found on the whole my classmates were poring over and solving the head word text file intently. My bosom fri close, cool was sitting beside me at the corner of the class. I doubted I was the completely one who was politic musing. The exam started at 10 a. m. and now the wall quantify above the whiteboard was showing 10. 30 a. m. clock time really flew, but I tacit had not even create verbally a single word on my question paper.I started to have butterflies in my stomach. What bear I do now? I kept asking myself. My brilliant barely filthy mind suddenly aspect of an idea. I occasionally threw surreptitious glances at Serene. When I noticed dud Lim was absorb marking the exam papers, I speedily threw a folded mem o I had written to Serene Serene, please pass me your paper for just a couple of minutes. I could sense that she hesitated for a split second, however, she still handed her question paper to me in a swift manner so that Miss Lim would not have realised what we were actually doing.Serene was like my angel, she had ceaselessly been part and parcel of my life since we had start-off met in Form 1. With lightning speed, I copied the answers favourably but apprehensively. My jubilance came to an abrupt end when I controld a circumspect cough from behind. It was Miss Lim She speedily snatched the question papers from me and glanced at me with the eyes of a hawk. It was too late for me to react when Serene beckoned me as I was profoundly concentrating with what I was doing. Then her creepy eyes turned to Serene who was close to tears. Her tears had even accumulated in her guilty eyes. Miss Lim was too dazed to even talk.I could sense that all eyes were spirit at us at that moment. recurrence her composure, she asked all the students to continue with their exam and took us out of the class. Just then, she made a phone call to our well-known set teacher, Mr Lambert. Mr Lambert took us to his discipline elbow room together with the question papers in his hand. He scrutinised the question papers attentively. We image he would have scolded us as loud as thunder until the staffroom determined a few miles away could hear us. Surprisingly, he did not. He looked at us with his smiley and warmth face. Tears welled up in our eyes and we tried to hold them back.However, we could not. They started silken down our cheeks. He waited with the patience of a saint until we had finished and asked us if we precious to tell him why and how everything had happened. We told him. I confessed that I was the one who insisted Serene to pass me her question paper. He gave us a scold and warned us not to repeat the equivalent thing in future if not we would be suspended from schoo l. Each of us was given a warning garner and our parents were called to the school. We vowed to Mr Lambert that we would never cheat once more during examinations. From that day onwards, we were renowned to be the trounce cheaters ever.