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ADRIA’S POV
What’s wrong with this? I thought in my mind. Why were the letters suddenly switching positions? I closed my eyes tightly, and opened them once more.
Same problem. I shook my head hard, and pushed my head close to the paper, but it didn’t work.
“Uh… som… something’s wrong with this.” I called out when the letters refused to stop swimming. My exam couldn’t fall into a ditch, just like that. My reading couldn’t come to naught due to swimming letters.
“What’s wrong?” The professor asked me, and I got to my feet rather loudly, causing everyone to get distracted.
“Something’s not right with my paper.” I told him hysterically, with my eyes glued to the papers.
The professor made his way over to me, and checked my papers.
“What exactly is not right with this paper, Adria?
