Date: 5/6/2018
By picho
Another train station one, for whatever reason. We were in some sort of train station, anyway. We turned the corner into the exam hall, there were three of us at the back (my mates Lizzy, Cynthia and myself?) and Dr D, my English teacher, was talking us through it but also distracting us. I suddenly realised that half of our exam time had been taken up by him talking, and panicked as I had written absolutely nothing and we had all been just listening to him speak. I didn't want to say anything myself to get disqualified from my exam.