The bright flickering lights in the hallway blinds me temporarily. I sit a daze in the midst of a crowd of people. To my front is a young mid twenties guy using his smartphone, he is tapping furiously at the mock quiz. Behind me is a middle age woman whom is casually browsing the small book in her hands. I know who is prepared.

The clock on the wall strike twelve. Only half an hour to go now. The rustling of feet combined with the flipping of paper makes my heart warm in my chest. Meanwhile the impending test makes me sweat a little. It is a consequential test.

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Someone is chewing on bread noisily at the end of the room. His chews has found me drooling. It does seem extremely delicious. The sweet scent permeates the room.

Why am I here you ask? Well, I am here for my driving test. Specifically the basic theory test for driving where we are tested on road signs and general road rules and conditions. It is a written test that we cannot get around and must complete if we wanted our provisional driving license.

Thus I’m here today. As Charlotte looks up, the door opens ajar and out came the driving instructor. He waves for everyone to go in while checking each identification carefully. There has been instances of cheating by impersonation in the recent times. Therefore the mood is sour and the security tight.