The next week flew by, and it's now the day that Liz gets her results. She is a bundle of nerves, but she doesn't have to be. I know she passed, she is brilliant. There is no way she could fail. We are sitting in my office while she checks the examination center's website.
I went to get some ice-cream and when I came back, she was still staring at the screen. “Have some ice-cream baby, it will calm your nerves.” I said and she giggled and took her bowl. She refreshed the web-page again and then she froze. “It's in! I can't look. Please check Zander.” she said, jumping up, and I chuckled and went over.
I look for her name and when I find it I internally smile. “Oh no my Liz,” I say, and she looks at me with wide eyes. “What? I didn't make it?” “You only got a score of… 334!” I yell. “What
