I shouted, "Are the results out yet?"while quickly pulling on my pants and zipping them up, then pushed the door open.
Mom was busy knitting, and she shook her head no.
"Mom!" I shrieked, refreshed the screen, and exhaled deeply.
Our eyes met.
She was calm, wearing a gentle smile despite my reaction.
The results had not yet been released, so I sat beside her. "I can't take this waiting game!" I lamented.
"Sing a song!" Mom said.
"Huh?" I responded.
"Keep your mind busy, Sara. Time will tick away! Besides, the results are not in your hand."
In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about waiting. Where does this waiting take place? Does it have a past or a future outcome? Who is waiting and why? Go where the prompt leads!
