The stairs were disappearing from below his as feet as he made his way up to the room where his fate would be determined. In his sweaty hand he firmly gripped his papers concentrating hard as to not let them crumple. The first stairwell was easy and he took it two at a time but the third was his downfall.
Literally.
As he turned the corner and sprinted his way up the final few steps he spotted a few of his friends making their way to the classroom. Distracted, the stairs no longer seemed to be in proportion and instead turned into an unseen wall. He fell in the worst way. The way when you know that you are falling and people are watching you so you try and cover it up causing the fall to be even worse. The papers sprayed from his hands and he went bright red in the face. All his friends could do was laugh.
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