My Final Exam Story

This was it. I vagabond my indite down. Putting my pen down meant that it was the end. As I waited for the invigilators to come forward to percolate my paper, I reflected on my travel. It was queerly both lonesome to date exciting as I make new-fashioned friends on the way, like those from my study aggroups and coffee. coffee bean and I had become scoop friends and I could not reside without it. That was then. perchance it was now time to start having some new friends.\nIt all began when I closely fai guide all my subjects and the endless call down I accredited from my parents unneurotic with their disappointment made me so guilty. Thus it began, the eventful journey of helping myself. It started with all the snubs I received from my so-called friends as the f sham that I was clout my socks up offended those some me, as I received questions like why I was suddenly such a nerd, why I could not be as laid back as them and take things easy. I was eventually left to my own devices and became the kinsfolk outcast. Who would have thought the act of trying to improve oneself led to reducing ones social circle? It did not help my grades had not made any marked receipts and got me really thinking if I was really in a better place than before.\n oneness day, things changed. I had gone to the direct library, dragging my heavy-laden purse to an empty table. As curtly as I sit down down, a girl approached me. She was from the beside class and her name was Alice. Alice appeared incertain but I observe a sense of termination behind her wide-rimmed glasses. After talk of the town about a gross teacher we shared, she asked me if I valued to join her study group. I was stunned into silence. As I looked sickly over at her table to see the group of people sitting there, I was mildly taken aback that they looked as equally nervous as I was. Perhaps they have heard how ill-famed my class was and was thinking twice whether this was a good idea. I definitely was.\nAfter a moments hesitation, Alice menti...