When the weekend after the tests began, Khan, Monica, George, and Anita gathered in the main hall to wait for the results. Wayne and Francis were also there due to the event's relevance, and no one dared to mention the early hour when glancing at the bottles on the tables and floor.
The morning was mostly silent, but the notification that reached the students' phones broke it, intensifying the overall tension. Everyone immediately dived into their screens, unlocking their devices to see whether their efforts had paid off.
Khan skimmed past the individual scores to reach his average. Differently from his companions, he had a specific goal to achieve. Yet, seeing the advanced classes' overall scoreboard brought disappointment.
'Sixth,' Khan read on the screen. 'Dammit.'
