The next few hours were a blur of exams for Noah. One after the other, they came at him with barely a pause between them. For most students, the 15-minute break between each test was just enough time to catch their breath, drink some water, or mentally prepare for the next challenge. But for Noah, each break felt like an eternity. He finished every exam so early that he had about an hour to kill while everyone else was still hunched over their desks, furiously scribbling answers.
Each time Noah raised his hand to indicate he was done, Mark's gaze would dart toward him, filled with skepticism and disdain. As Noah turned in his test and walked out, Mark's snide comments followed him.
"Another one you couldn't figure out, huh?" Mark would say, smirking. "Better start rehearsing. You'll be calling me 'dad' soon enough."
