0.63 of a mark.
I lost by 0.63 of a mark.
Ben Caddy, aforementioned many thousands of entries ago, beat me to the music award. By 0.63 of a mark.
“Oh no,” says Lord Jackemus. “Did he…”
And life was… cruel and vicious. Before I could control myself I slammed my fist in the open manuscript, rising halfway to my feet before sobbing back on the desk hopelessly. All credit to Ms Bott, she did try to give both our names for the award, but alas I was foiled once more. They only accepted one award per class, and.. I didn’t make the cut.
Well of course, I considered my alternatives. One involved a shotgun, the other a thief for hire, but I settled for the more rational ideas of just tying him up in a closet somewhere until after awards night. No one would miss him, so obviously this was foolproof. Unfortunately, I did not know any cupboards that could remain undiscovered for… er… 6 days. *sigh*
Lunchbell. Time to face my destiny.