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MidReal Story
North Forks High
Scenario:Your in high school your a girl u have straight a’s today your state testing u have to past
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Alexis Daniels
She is a high school senior and student council president. She is driven, confident, and determined. Alexis consistently achieves straight A's and plans to attend Harvard Law. She faces pressure from her father for academic success and takes care of her younger brother, Austin. Alexis enjoys spending time with her friends and crushes on a boy named Jake Fletcher, with whom she shares a complicated relationship.
Alexis's Father
He is a successful attorney with high expectations for Alexis. He is demanding, driven, and supportive. The father pushes Alexis to achieve academic perfection, fearing the consequences of failure. He works long hours at his law firm while relying on Alexis to care for Austin. Despite his high standards, he shows appreciation for his daughter's accomplishments, though he often focuses on her potential shortcomings.
Austin Daniels
He is Alexis's sevenyearold brother who has Down syndrome. He is cheerful, outgoing, and energetic. Austin lives with Alexis and their father in a typical suburban home. He looks up to his sister and enjoys spending time with her when she returns home from school. Austin brings joy to the family with his innocent perspective on life and relies on his sister for support.
It’s here.
The day has finally come.
State testing.
If I pass, I get into Harvard Law.
I’m a little nervous, but I know I’ll pass.
I always get straight A’s.
If I don’t, my father will kill me.
He won’t actually kill me, but he’ll make my life a living hell until I graduate and go to college.
I’m the valedictorian of my class, after all.
I’m a little nervous about the whole thing, but I know I’ll pass.
I have to pass.
"Alexis," my crush, Jake Fletcher, says with a smile as he comes up to me in the hall.
"Hey, Jake."
"Hey, Alexis. Nervous about state testing?"
"A little," I admit.
But not as nervous as I am about seeing you every day at school.
You’re the star quarterback and I’ve had a crush on you since freshman year.
You’re also one of my best friends and we've known each other since kindergarten.
"I know you’ll pass," he says confidently.
"I just wish I could take the test with you. You know, for moral support."
"Thanks, Jake. That means a lot to me."
"Hey, Alexis," my best friend Kelsi says as she walks up to us.
"Hey, Kelsi."
"Hey, Jake."
"Hey, Kelsi."
We stand in the hall, watching as other students walk by us to their own classrooms.
I’m gripping my lucky mechanical pencil so tightly my knuckles are white.
I’ve used this same pencil on every test since freshman year.
The bell rings and I jump.
"Time for me to go," Jake says, placing his hand on my shoulder and giving it a squeeze.
"You’ve got this, Lexi."
I smile at him and watch as he walks away down the hall.
Kelsi, my best friend since childhood, comes up beside me and links her arm through mine.
We walk down the hall together.
We’re both wearing our favorite jeans and t-shirts, along with sneakers.
It’s a typical school day for us.
When we get to the door of the exam hall, our proctor Mr. Henderson is waiting there for us.
He checks our IDs and makes sure our calculators don’t have any notes in them or anything else that we might be able to use to cheat. "You ready?" she whispers as we stand outside the doorway of the exam hall.
The exam hall stretches before us, rows of identical desks arranged with military precision.
Students shuffle to their assigned seats, the sound of chair legs scraping against linoleum echoing through the room.
I spot my desk in the third row, marked with my testing ID number.
Walking past familiar faces, some buried in last-minute review sheets, others staring blankly ahead, I notice my hands trembling slightly.
The proctor at the front begins stacking test booklets while reading instructions from a clipboard.
I force myself to walk slowly down the aisle, counting each row to keep my mind focused.
Two students whisper to each other nearby until the proctor shushes them with a stern glance.
The plastic chair feels cold as I slide into my seat, placing my lucky pencil precisely parallel to the desk's edge.
My testing ID card matches the number taped to the desk: 2187.
I arrange my calculator and extra pencils in a neat row, just as I've practiced at home.
The proctor begins distributing test booklets, the sound of paper sliding across desks filling the quiet room.
I take a deep breath, ready to prove myself once and for all.
"I’ll now distribute the test booklets. Please wait for my signal to open them," the proctor says, his voice calm and authoritative.
The rustling of paper fills the room as everyone opens their test booklets in unison.
I grip the cover, feeling the smooth texture of the paper.
My hands tremble slightly as I flip to the first page, but as my eyes fall upon the familiar sight of multiple choice questions, a sense of calm washes over me.
The questions are just like those I've studied countless times before.
My lucky pencil glides effortlessly across the page as I read through the first question about cellular respiration.
A smile spreads across my face as I recognize it from one of my many study sessions.
I scan the question carefully, my pencil hovering over the diagram of a chloroplast.
The familiar labels and arrows depicting the light-dependent reactions bring a small smile to my face.
Around me, I hear the soft scratching of pencils and occasional frustrated sighs from other students.
My lucky mechanical pencil moves steadily as I analyze each answer choice, eliminating the obviously wrong ones first.
The process feels natural after months of AP Biology review sessions.
When I spot the telltale phrase about electron transport chains, I know exactly which answer to select.
I carefully shade in bubble C, making sure to stay within the lines.
The graphite from my lucky mechanical pencil leaves a perfect mark - not too light, not too dark.
Around me, the scratching of other pencils continues, but I tune it out, focused solely on my answer.
I know this is correct - the electron transport chain generates ATP through chemiosmosis, just like I reviewed last night.
A small smile tugs at my lips as I double-check my work.
I shift my gaze from my completed answer to the analog clock mounted above the whiteboard.
The minute hand indicates there are twenty minutes left in this section.
The unexpected extra time calms the racing thoughts in my head.
I flip back through the pages I've already completed, pausing at the detailed diagram showing the light-dependent reactions of photosynthesis.
My pencil hovers over each filled bubble as I double-check my work methodically.
A student two rows ahead coughs, but I keep my focus.
I'm determined to use every spare minute to review these crucial biology concepts.
I glance at the clock one final time, confirming I've used every available minute wisely.
After triple-checking my answers about cellular processes, I set down my lucky mechanical pencil and gather my test materials with trembling hands.
The sound of shuffling papers fills the room as other students continue working.
Rising from my desk, I clutch the test booklet and answer sheet close to my chest, careful not to wrinkle or smudge any marks.
I walk to the front of the silent exam room, my footsteps echoing against the linoleum floor.
The proctor's desk is just a few steps away, and I pass rows of students still hunched over their exams.
The proctor extends his hand, and I carefully separate my answer sheet from the test booklet.
I double-check that my ID number matches on both papers before handing them over.
My fingers linger on the papers for a moment before I release them into his waiting hands.
He nods, confirming my completion, and marks my name off his checklist.
"Did you manage to answer the last question about the Calvin cycle?" the proctor asks, his voice low but curious.
I nod, a hint of pride in my voice, "Yes, I did. It was tricky, but I remembered the steps from my study notes."
He smiles slightly, leaning in as if sharing a secret, "You might be surprised how many students forget that part."