Summer slid off her chair with frustration and shoved it to the side of her, almost tipping it over. She set her knee down to the dotted tiled floor with a thud, and repeated the same action with the other. She looked up and reached into her desk, noticing the confused dirty looks on the faces of the students around her.

Summer began to rummage through her desk again, this time with more stress.

Then she paused, staring into the distance.

Why did I not just cross it out? 

Then she remembered why. Crossing it out wouldn't make much of a difference because any mark in that circle implied that that was the answer that had been chosen. Why? Because some of her classmates would just put anything in the circle. It started off as just Xes and checkmarks, but then people began to put flowers, hearts, and stars into it. Then there came random scribbles, and so on. 

Summer began to search again. 

After what felt like an hour of hunting for the eraser, Summer slumped back into her polypropylene chair in annoyance. She sighed a big gust of air, big enough to bother the boy sat in front of her. 

Wait! That's it! Why am I getting so upset over one question being wrong? I can't always get straight As (she was right about the straight As for sure, because she had never gotten them before).

With that, she checked over the rest of the answers and made sure she had printed her name on the top of the first page. She straightened out the pages and stood up out of her seat. She wandered toward the front of the classroom, and then Mrs. Gondilo's untidy desk. She placed her test onto the pile of other completed ones and smiled, relieved.  She was so glad to get that over with, and she was happy to find she still had a few minutes remaining.

When she arrived back at her desk, she used her time to tidy it up. 

And Summer wasn't the last one to finish, and for that, she was delighted...

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