Your forehead warmed and your eyebrows furrowed as you stared at the exam. The letters on the test drifted like alphabet soup. Despite your efforts to remain calm, you became more agitated with the scrambled words.

You gawked at the paper as your conscious reminded you about how important this test was. It was the final exam and it would decide if you could attend the graduation ceremony. You could not afford to attend college another year. This would make or break your entire career...no pressure.

When you blinked, a tear fell from your eyes and splashed onto the paper. You wiped it off with your hand, smearing the ink in the process.

You closed your teary eyes for a few seconds, praying that your Dyslexia would calm down for the next few hours. You wiped your damp eyelids with your sleeve before looking back at the paper.

Whatever you did worked. The letters stayed in place, allowing you to read over the questions. You thought that the worst of it was over until you actually read the first question.

The question tempted you to slam your forehead on the desk. You knew that you knew it, but it wouldn't come up. It was like seeing someone familiar, but forgetting their name on the spot.

Your eyes squeezed shut as you racked your brain for the answer. Your face began to redden as frustration built up. You gritted your teeth, holding back a scream. Nothing has ever been so painful to you than that test.

An aching urge to sprint out of class distracted you. You yearned to act on the desire and get active. You had been sitting in a classroom for too long, your ADHD demanded that you leave.

You refused to meet the disorder's demands, knowing the teacher would invalidate your test.

You lifted your head from the test, curious about how far others had gotten. The students seemed to go by a constant rhythm, their pencils never ceased to stop moving. Everyone seemed to be doing just fine, their eyes glued to their paper, except for one.

As you turned your head to observe the students behind you, your eyes locked with another guy's. His expression appeared calm and collected, framed by locks of chestnut-brown. You became self-aware and yanked your head back to the test. You worried that your eyes might be teary from frustration.

Your mind went wild like it always does when you meet a guy. "Did he see me crying--no, he doesn't have good enough of an angle. He caught me looking at him, what if he thinks I was staring? Oh gods--wait, he was looking at me first. What if he was staring at me? He must think I'm a freak!" your mind panicked. You then seized control of the chaotic thoughts and reminded yourself that you had to focus. You couldn't go falling over every time you see a guy.

Your frustration of the test returned, this time it brought a friend: anger. You tore your eyes from the paper to avoid further stress. You gazed at the professor that held a mug in one hand and erased the chalkboard with the other.

Your anger returned, blasting itself onto the short, black-haired woman. Your nose twitched as you stared at the back of the woman's head. She ran the black eraser over the board, sending chalk dust into the air. She sipped her coffee every few strokes, careful to not spill on her white blouse. Her comfort annoyed you.

"How could she be so calm? She's the professor, she should sympathize with my pain! She caused it anyway. If she wasn't such a crappy teacher, I might actually not be fretting over this exam. If she wasn't so busy drawing equations on the board that were too small to see, I wouldn't be so stressed." your mind ranted, putting all the blame onto the middle-aged woman.

Your eyes bored into her bob cut hair as your mind took out all you anger. You didn't stop until you could've sworn that her coffee exploded.

She yelped as the steaming-hot drink splashed onto her blouse and kaki pants. You saw pieces of the shattered mug skewered on the carpet. The teacher panted "hot-hot-hot-hot-hot-hot-hot" under her breath as she clopped around in her heals. She debated on if she should exit the classroom to the restroom to get out of the burning clothes. But the council might fire her for leaving testing students unattended. The fiery clothes tempted her to strip, but that would also get her fired. The only thing she could do was to bare the pain and try not to distract the class.

Everyone stared at her as she hissed in pain, you (regretted what you thought immediately/smiled as the woman that did you wrong suffered).

Then, the fire alarms sprang to life. You looked down at your test, debating if you could leave. The student around you left their seats and were already making their way to the door by the time you looked up. They took the emergency exit. You were about to join them, but you felt a hand wrap around your wrist. You turned to see that it was the guy you saw earlier.

"Come with me," he whispered before pulling you towards the main door.

"That's the hallway. The fire alarms are going off, what are you doing?" you panicked.

His eyes met yours before he said, "You have ADHD and Dyslexia. You've seen some weird things ever since you were a child. An adult, or maybe cheerleader had attacked you before. You only know one of your parents, if not none. Your parent told you that the other had died."

Your eyes widened as you recalled the event at your high school graduation. A giant dog, the size of Clifford and as black as night, had ran through the graduates. The dog plowed through the seats, punting students across the football field and hospitalized.

But, the entire event, you could have sworn that it had its eyes on you.

Later, people said that it was some idiot in a monster truck that decided to scare people. The police are still looking for the "driver" and the "monster truck".

You came back from the flashback when you felt a strong tug on your arm. The stranger was dragging you towards the hallway. He was right about you-about everything. You rushed with him.

The student pulled you into the dark hallway. Fire alarms flashed and blared, echoing through the building. He then turned to you.

"Your Dyslexia and ADHD mess with you during the test, right?" he asked.

"How do you even know about that? Who are you? How do you know so much-"

"I'll explain, just don't ask so many questions," he promised. "By the way, my name is Travis."

"That explains so much!" you sarcastically said.

"Before I start the story, I've just got to say one thing. Thank you."

"For what?"

He smirked. "For freaking out. Since your anger caused the fire alarms to go off, the class had to leave the building. Which means that they already saw the test and know what's on it. There's no way to test them now, so the entire class automatically passes."

"No way," you gasped.

"Yeah. Plus, you gave me the opportunity to ask this: You want to get coffee sometime?"