The seating plan was obviously vital. Good old Ford – alphabetical again, one brother sitting next to the other, again. Showtime. Just make sure not to get distracted by the leggy blonde invigilator. Girls do better than boys, shock horror.
The admin crap was spouted. Protractors were handed out, and the times were scribbled on the white board.
“You may begin. Good luck.”
And then the only thing you could hear was the terrifying sound of papers being turned over.
I took a deep breath, and then extended my index finger out straight. David smiled, than fiddled with his watch. I circled the letter A.
I paused as Ford ambled past, than we started again. I held out 2 fingers straight, like I was flicking the V at him, sideways. He coughed, and I circled C.
The simple plans are the best, after all. Now I just have to work out how I got one more mark than David did.
Good old Ford, the nutter.