Excused

by Gabrielle L. Pangan

You started feeling anxious.

There were only three persons left on deck: the one reciting, you, and another classmate.

You glanced at the clock, there were five minutes left for class.

It could be the other student.

It could be you.

Your brain was in a frenzy and your eyes were hazy in panic.

You didn’t know the topic anymore, none of you did. The person reciting was on the verge of tears as he fumbled for words.

You needed a way out. Your other classmate was the escape plan.

But you knew.

Suddenly, the professor thanked the person reciting, and then you saw him look at his records, looking for a person to be called next.

Your shaky hands made their way to the keyboard.

“CR Break.”

The professor then called your name and attention.

You did not respond.

He called you again, but you weren’t there.

He waited for a moment before seeing your message. He nodded in understanding and called your other classmate. You saw the mix of fear, betrayal, and shock on her face as she unmuted to answer.

But you felt relief flood through your chest.

You leaned back on your chair and laughed maniacally as you closed your eyes in disbelief. You couldn’t believe your luck.

“You’re here.”

You quickly opened your eyes and saw your classmates were confused, somewhat accusatory. The professor was red in indignation.

Your stomach dropped.

Your microphone was on.