Amy threw down her pen before the bell went off to show the end of the exam. She was grinning wildly as you looked about her to see everyone furiously writing their last few words. It seemed like she had struck it lucky during last minute cramming the night before. They had based the whole exam on the exact topic she had been reading.
She practically skipped back to her dorm and looked proudly at the book she had been reading. Trespass. It must have been some kind of sign from the Almighty helping her to pass the exam.
Then she noticed the fatal flaw, the date of writing, 1704. It was probably out of date.
I wrote this inspired bySunday photo fiction