Another quick contest. I barely made it...
I sigh as I drop a page. I must stop fidgeting!
I stoop to pick up the trivial entity.
Embarrassment draws blood to my face like I stepped in a trap and got strung up by my toes. What are you staring at?!
I peer at my competition. Are they aware of what is at stake?
I check the clock again.
Why do I chase these dreams of infamy? The outlook for me to win is bleak. I should go.
Was that my number?
I hop up. I breach the director’s office. Wish me luck.
Another page falls.