Calling Wally

Gettin Weird Chapter 30

The S-A-T is a lot harder than the G-E-D.  

I think I’m doing all right, though. Even though I spend about half the time trying not to worry about how I’m going to explain to Ally about my past: Sunshine Espresso, Bay Camp, the ugly scar on my hand, my law-and-order sociopath of a brother, my dad—all of it. Of course, I don’t have to say it all at once, but I want to get the bad stuff out and over. She’ll either deal with it or she won’t. I have a feeling that she will. I hope so. What more can I do? Nothing, really. I glance around the room, look down at the test booklet on the table in front of me . . . Oh yeah, the S-A-T. Oops, better concentrate. 

I walk out of the testing room half an hour before the time runs out. I’ve double-checked every answer and triple-checked some. I’m done, and I feel good.