I lie in my underwear on Sav’s warm bed as she puts my wet school uniform in front of the heater, wallowing in the despair of sitting and probably failing my first important year 11 exam. “It can’t have been that bad Mim. You might have surprised yourself you know, just focus on PE now.” Sav says soothingly as she lies down next to me, a pile of notes in her hands. I let out a groan at the idea of having to sit another exam in less than 2 hours.
“I just hope my clothes are dry by then. I’m not wearing soaking wet stockings into the exam!” I say it petulantly, like a moody teenager, which I am. Exams started today and I managed to get both business studies and PE on the same day. To add to my already bad mood, I walked from school to Sav’s house after the exam because we were supposed to be cramming for PE together, and I got caught in sudden torrential rain, leaving me looking like a drowned rat. I sigh in despondence, feeling gloomy as I always do when the weather is dull. Dutifully, Sav reads through her notes as I play with ends of her auburn hair, a new colour for her.
I watch the sky through the window, listening to the relentless growls of thunder as the thick clouds continue to rain tirelessly. I’ve never been able to pinpoint what it is about thunderstorms, but my mood tends to match the shades of gloom painted across the sky, no matter how well my day is going. Today is no different, made worse only by the fact that I was about to bomb this PE exam. I hate PE. I understand the content, I’m actually quite good at the subject, but my teacher hates me. He’s realised that I’ll talk to whomever I’m sitting next to, so the desk in front of his now has my name on it. Permanently. He calls on me to answer every single question, even though he knows I have no idea what the answer is, and every single time he makes a joke about how I’m ‘way off the mark… Again’, I can’t stand it. The only saving grace is that I know I’m going places and he’s stuck in a dingy public school with a receding hairline and pants half up his ass.
Comforted by this thought, I start to drift off as the rhythmic pitter-patter of rain lulls me to dreamland. Unfortunately, earth has other plans for me; the PE exam. I moan and groan as I put on some of Sav’s white school socks and a dry jumper and she busies herself finding an umbrella for us to take shelter under as we navigate our way through the angry storm.
“I’m going to fail.” I say miserably as we try to dodge the falling raindrops. Sav links her arm with mine, “So am I. Too late to study now!” She laughs, and I do too as I realise that there really is no point worrying. Everyone has been so stressed about these exams, but in the whole scheme of things, they don’t really count towards anything in the HSC. The teachers say it’s supposed to prepare us to get into good study habits, but if that’s the case then I’m in trouble since I’ve hardly prepared for these exams. Still, my night with Luke was too wonderful to have missed, and anyway, who studies on a Saturday night? Luckily for me, Imi and Sav have also been preoccupied with things other than studying. Sav’s parents recently started letting her boyfriend Marko sleep over, so she’s been M.I.A and loving life. Imi and I are astounded that our little angel Sav has become a little badass, sneaking into the spare room to sleep in bed with Marko even after her parents told her they wouldn’t allow it. Imi has been spending most of her time with me, complaining about school and how she hasn’t kissed a guy in ages, whilst I complain about Luke and how unpredictable our relationship is. Needless to say, we probably won’t do so crash hot in these exams. We don’t care, as long as we’ve got each other.
“Ready to get fucked?” I ask Sav as we stand hand in hand before the exam room. “Ready to get fucked.” She says, and we laugh as we enter the hall.
“Well I definitely failed that one!” Sav exclaims as soon as we step foot out of the exam room, otherwise known as hell on earth. “Somehow they managed to include everything I don’t understand in there! How’d you go?” She asks me as we walk towards the school gates. I shrug, “It wasn’t as bad as I anticipated. I think I might actually get a decent mark. We’ll see I guess.” She laughs at my change of tune, and I swat at her, pretending to be annoyed. We banter back and forth on the way back to her house, my mood significantly higher than before. The blue sky seems to deny any occurrence of a storm earlier in the day, and the only remnant of the rain is the damp grass beneath our feet. It’s still cold and damp out, so we make our way back up to Sav’s room, put on some warm comfy clothes and start an episode of Sex and the City. The show is like our bible, with Carrie and Samantha acting as our idols and future versions of ourselves. At some point we must have drifted off to sleep, because the room is cloaked in darkness when I sit up and feel Sav shifting in her sleep under the covers. Since neither of us has any more exams this week, I’m staying the night. In a moment of minor panic, I realise that I never turned my phone back on after the PE exam, and I scramble to find it in the bag that’s next to Sav’s bed.
Once it’s on, I see that it’s already 6.30pm, and a message from Luke pops up from 12.57, ‘Good luck bub! You’re going to smash it, you’re Mia Fucking Isabelle Mannix, you can do anything! All the love’. Smiling stupidly, I put my phone on the side table and snuggle back into bed, cuddling up to Sav.