A scare

A deadly silence hung over the classroom as he strode in. Not a muscle moved. Hearts thumped wildly against our ribs. Our eyes were fixed on him watching his every move. Waiting. He slammed the stack of papers on the teacher's desk. A shock wave rippled down our spines and our hearts skipped a beat. Words did not have to be exchanged to understand.

'Girls... I'm very disappointed in you. This is not up to expectation.' His tone alone was already so depressing that we remained rigid in our seats, trying to take in the blow. The qualifying test was incredibly tough. I bit into my lower lip hoping to stifle a scream and suppress my tears from worming down my cheeks. My head drooped like a wilting flower.

'I'll be seeing each and everyone of you next year though,' he sighed.

'You have all passed but not with flying colours' he blurted out.

My head shot up, revealing my tear-streaked face. Through my blurred vision, everyone looked in a state of shock. Within the next two seconds batches of girls in every corner shrieked in pure joy and disbelief. Whereas I burst out sobbing even more uncontrollably. But these tears aren't one of agony but one of happiness.