My heart's battering my ribcage like an angry eagle pecking at a glass cage. I'm so unbelievably nervous, it's not funny. The car stops inside the school grounds. It's time to hop out.
When I step inside, there's an electric buzz in the air. Lots of students chatter excitedly with each other. The walls are a splash of colour. It gives the effect that a paintball has just been fired at me and hit an invisible wall. Roman numerals, mathematical designs, and mobiles are hanging from almost every single part of the ceiling and walls.
After I plod forward a bit further, I'm greeted by my team. Since I'm a Year 5, it's essential that I'm not alone. There's Cameron, the checker, who could probably spot a mistake in my working without even looking at it. Apart from him, there's another member of my team: Jordan, who quite possibly cheated on the practise exams, and then, of course, there's me.
"Your time starts... NOW!"
Everybody begins to frantically scribble down anything that might help solve the problems the judicators give them. As for us, we start flying through the questions. 'This isn't so hard,' I think to myself. 'Surely the other questions won't be this easy!'
It turns out, I'm right. Around two thirds of the way through, we hit a bummer. I can't figure it out, Cameron can't find where I've gone wrong, and Cameron just sits there, twiddling his thumbs. We decide to pass on that question- it's not as if the others will crack it straight away.
"And STOP! Hand in your papers!"
Everybody does, and I'm hoping, praying, that we've done enough. Unfortunately, it's my bedtime, and prizegiving isn't until nine, so I have to come home.
When I arrive at school the next morning, everybody's clapping, and I don't know why. Then it hits me- I've won! 'Perhaps I'll come back next year,' I think. I do: and the returning champions win again!!!!
Later, Jacco
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