Markus stared at the page, the black on white trying to make sense of the questions in front of him. His pen spun and twirled as his mind sought distraction, comforted by the soft tap it made as it danced through his fingers that hovered above the wooden table. In the stillness of the room every tap became ever louder and more prominent in his mind and where he had sought comfort he had created distraction.
He put his pen down, the flash of an uncomfortable grimace as plastic hit wood. He sighed, softly mind considering the veritable wall of silence that had descended upon the hall of students so locked into their own personal battles with academia.
He took a quick sip from the bottle of water he kept on the edge of desk, allowing his eyes to steal a glance at the rest of the room as he drank with small, measured sips. Most of the other students were deep in thought or writing, their pens scrabbling away as they rushed to fill their blank pages with whatever clarity they had achieved. He wished such clairvoyance would occur for him as he resignedly looked back towards the ever looming paper with only the smallest amount of trepidation betrayed by his lingering gaze.
Very descriptive peice, reminiscent of new yorker style. I like how the reader doesn't know the exact setting until the second paragraph, allowing the imagination to ponder for a bit first. I look forward to reading more of your fictional work :)
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