Time Out!!

I felt an unnerving excitement as I was waiting for my turn. Could this be the effect of my toil for long hours? A battle with the machines that comprehend only binary language. 

I was always skeptical of my vision on how to target the same towards my mission. I skipped on my breakfast. It was ham, eggs and oatmeal. My invisible appetite warned me to make 'petite' desires. Every fourth hours brings the numbness and pain in me. Will I make it? 

Of course my life isn't going to cease if I DON'T. 

But "Time Out" by my invigator, distracted me, contracted me in and out. "Stop it. Time Out" disturbed me and now it reverberated in my ears with much resonance. Fingers crossed I waited for the next fourth hour... "Amie would you like another slice of pie"? called out Mrs. Jackson. "Sure.. I love to!" 

I managed to munch a bite, sneak away from my lunch. After a glorious victory or a hilarious laugh at myself I shall devour satisfying my appetite. 

Quickly, my fingers fetched my mobile phone and dialed a familiar contact. 

"Susan, is it out?" "Not yet Amie, Relax...we ll get over it" came her reply. 

"Okay, ring me up if you happen to view it first". I told and said an unsatisfactory goodbye. 

Pop up notification 

'Enter your password and Roll Number now and track your results. Hurry, celebrate with us on the first 1000 entries' 

I settled in my chair and switched on the machine (though it is now useful to me, though binary lingual). I grabbed the squeaky mouse and clickety clickety I typed on the keyboard to browse on the key to my future!! 

Susan's face flashes across my mind as her image blinks as she calls me. 

"He lll llo" 

"Hey Amie, did you check" 

I fumbled and mumbled a prayer 

"What? 

Hey passover girl 

Get ready with a treat tomorrow" Susan whistled over ecstatic commentary. 

"Oh..my...why"?asked puzzled me

"Not just pass... You have passed over.... Passover.... Hehe He.You have scored an Outstanding grade. Mrs Lewson called me now and they had it declared an hour back" she explained. 

I thanked her and I understood that people fumble and mumble during excitement and depression.

Yes T-I-M-E

This is Inevitably Managed by Everyone!!!!