Chapter 129 Unprepared & Heartbroken

• Unfortunately, Maggie was right. I do look worse than everyone else we have walked past since turning into the department. The people who looked worse than me were the medical students I shared a floor with back at the residence. Those girls always looked like that, all year long. I shouldn't have compared myself to them. Everybody I walk past makes it a point of duty to stare straight into my face, I know they are wondering why I had huge eye bags and why my skin looked as pale as it did. I don't think I got direct sunlight on my skin for the past week. And I did lose weight, and it is terribly obvious. I look like a malnourished vampire. Fuck. This is embarrassing.
• "Miss Johnson, how are you?" The examiner, Mrs. McGill who doubles as one of the lecturers that takes us a core course, asks me, peering into my face, I am holding up the queue behind me and I am squirming, I pull the hoodie down but it is useless. Judging by Mrs. McGill's expression, she can smell that I haven't washed my hair in a week. Maggie tried but I didn't listen to her. My heartbreak is a great excuse but of course the world doesn't care.
• "I am great. Thank you." I flash my pass at her. I need her to flag me in but she doesn't seem to be in any kind of hurry.