The Unanswered Calls
Stacy Smith is a graduating college student. She is a Math major and in the last week of her exams.
'Three more exams to go,' Stacy thought to herself. Two of those exams she can skip as she has earned enough credits to get a high grade for both subjects. The one subject that Stacy dreads the most is the major one being taught by Professor Epnas. He constantly ridicules students and has no qualms failing graduating students even those like Stacy who is running for honors. In fact, word around campus is, the professor takes a delight in failing students such as Stacy.
Stacy though isn't your usual student. She is a constant Dean's Lister. Straight A's as far as she can remember. Although, she isn't your typical nerd type. Pep squad member. President of the debate club. Plays the guitar in her own garage band. She also coaches the softball team of her younger brother Dre. Stacy loved her brother Dre dearly.
The day of the exam in Professor Epnas' class came. Stacy took one of the seats at the back of the class. She usually sits in the front and the professor made a mental note of this peculiar behavior by Stacy.
'Trying a different part of the room Ms. Smith?', tbe professor quizzed.
Stacy smiled nervously and bowed her head.
The professor went around the room passing out the test papers.
'Pens only on your desk!', he instructed.
His eyes darted across the room. Looking at each student like a vulture eyeing a dying cattle under the sun. Waiting to feast on its carcass, circling the animal as it breathes its last breath.
The professor took his seat in front, looked at his watch and said, ' You may start the exam. You have an hour and a half to finish it.'
Stacy bid her time. She looked at the questions and proceeded to answer these. She played it cool. She needed to wait for the right time. Thirty minutes into the exam, Stacy pulled out a small bandana from her back pocket and placed it on her desk. She eyed the cellphone wrapped in it. She made sure that the phone was in silent mode. She looked at her left and right side making sure that her seatmates didn't see what she did. Who was she kidding? She shouldn't worry about her classmates. They were too busy with the exam. They wouldn't notice anything short of am earthquake. That thought made Stacy smile a bit. Deep down she was worried.
She looked up front and saw the professor eyeing her bandana.
'Ms. Smith, this is your first warning!', he exclaimed. 'Remove that bandana or else...' , the professor said.
Stacy didn't need to be told twice. She grabbed the bandana making sure that her cellphone does not slip. She placed both bandana and cellphone in her back pocket. For a moment there, she felt the phone vibrate as if someone was calling. As she placed it in her pocket, she felt the phone ringing. She was sure, someone was calling.
Another fifteen minutes had passed. Stacy went over her paper. She wasn't sure of her answers. All she can think of was her phone. She was sure that once she had read her phone, her mind would be clearer and perhaps she could answer the exam better. Stacy had to make her move now. Just one glance at the phone. She pulled out the phone still wrapped in the bandana and placed it under her right thigh. She dropped her pen on purpose and pretended to pick it up. Under the desk, she pulled out the phone and saw the missed calls and one unread message. The unanswered calls seem foreboding.
Stacy read the message and her heart stopped. She saw the legs of the professor. Professor Epnas was standing over her. In one swift motion, he swooped down and grabbed Stacy's phone.
'And what do we have here? No doubt trying to cheat your way to a passing mark Ms. Smith! I'm seen your kind before. You'd stop at nothing to pass this subject. I'm telling you write now. I'm failing you in my subject Ms. Smith!', the professor hissed. All the while waving the phone for all the class to see.
Everyone in the room was stunned. Stacy looked around, bursts into tears, and ran out of the room leaving her test paper and phone.
The professor handed the phone to one student and instructed,'Read what your dear classmate wrote in her phone. No doubt some sort of formula! You are all witnesses to your classmate cheating!', the professor said boastfully.
Stacy's classmate stood up and read the message in her phone. He cleared the lump in his throat and read,'Stacy, this is dad. Why aren't you picking up? We're in the hospital. There has been an accident. Dre's dead!'
Image Credit » Photo is mine.