The time has come. She feels the panic rising within her.
Before, this moment seemed an age away, as though it would never come.
She is as prepared as she can be. Everything is packed, her clothing and hair are neat and tidy.
Last night, she retired early for the night, hoping that the extra sleep would give her a head start, give her the edge that she wanted, needed.
But she tossed and turned, sleep eluding her cruelly as thoughts and doubts swirled in her mind.
Today, she feels as though she is walking through fog, sluggish and slow. Even two cups of strong coffee have not cleared her head.
She picks up her bag and leaves the house on the way to college, to take her final exam, hope in her heart that she will do well