Fiction 59: time is ticking

'Flip flip... Punch punch," the room was filled with sounds of students flipping away pages and punching numbers in calculators. Anxiety, suspense, timorous... This was the moment they have studied for months. 'Tick tock," regardless of their feelings, the ignorant clock wept through a cycle around. A moment later, I heard the proctor call the time, "all pencils down!"