Past meets present
I gripped the rim of the porcelain sink as I try to steady my blood-stained hands. My face masked a persona mixed between terror and disgust as I tried taking slow, deep breaths. ’’One last time,” I whispered in a hushed voice. I was going to try this one. last. time.
“Today you will be taking the ACT. The test will take a total of three hours, however, if you choose to do the essay, it will add another ten minutes to your testing time. When you are ready, you may tear the seal on your booklet and begin.”
I quickly snapped out of my haze, and took the end of my pencil to help rip the seal off my test booklet. It was so surreal that I survived long enough to make it to this point. I jumped right to the essay section; I knew I was practically going to bomb the actual test, and although I knew I could take it again, I hoped my essay would land me a spot at my dream school.
I started reading the list of prompts, and one instantly stuck out to me. The only downfall, being that it resurfaced memories I’d been trying to suppress. Write a two-paged(minimum) essay about something you’ve struggled with. Explain how it impacted you, and how you’ve overcome it.
Without permission, my mind reverted back to that heart-rending moment from an attack two years prior that nearly cost me my life. I could feel my heart drum in my chest, as the events leading to me being admitted to the hospital started to unfold. It’s hard to believe it happened over two years ago. I had been attacked at least twice since then, however, it wasn’t as bad; I passed out, only to awake to the same pine trees and same old abandoned church building.
It was kind of ironic that they would leave me for dead by a church, but I saw it as a sign from God that I would make it through; I had made it up to this point, so why stop now? There was no way, though, that I would write about that. Not in this lifetime. I surveyed the other two topics, but neither of them resonated with me like the first one had. I could just make something up. I was a good storyteller, and nobody would know it wasn’t true. But each topic geared towards personal experience and life lessons and what have you.
I sighed. Why did they always go for the heavy subjects?
Why couldn’t they give us lighter topics, like what is one of your favorite childhood memories, and why? Or if you could have a superpower what would it be, and why? I briefly glanced at the clock which read 10:35am. I haven’t even been here all but five minutes, and haven’t even read one question. It was going to be a long three hours….
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