Taking a deep breath, James stood hands at his sides, looking inexpressively at the building he passionately hated. The tall standing green gates before the dismal grey school building. It wasn't pretty. Anyone would admit it. It's square shaped architecture and grey slabbed walls gave the place an uncomfortable chilling anxiety.
    It wasn't just the building he hated. It was the teachers too. Most didn't care if you failed. Some were bullies. Others did their job not teaching but preparing you to meet grades and targets set by government.
    'Exams, grades and more exams. What's with the grades?'. He tirelessly thought.
    James looked down at his hand. A piece of white paper fluttered in the breeze. It was his results. He knew at the moment they were useless to him. He was clueless about the future. That didn't matter for the time being. He was free. No sitting in cheap plastic chairs for hours. No idiotic classmates. No teachers. No ridiculously unusable long math. No tediously over simplified tasks in I.T or science. No reading mundane literature he cannot yet appreciate. Above all no listening to incontestable social theory and history. He was free.
    Curiosity got the better of him and he brought the paper closer. Numerous D's printed at the side of subjects.
'That's not too bad'. He thought.
    Then it accrued to him. What was he going to do with a few D's.
    He looked up to see Tom and Peter with a few other people he couldn't concern himself to talk to. They walked towards him looking cheerful.
    'What you get?' said James.
    They studied their papers.
    'Some D's and three C's' said Peter, still looking at his paper.
    'I only got one C. The rest D's and E's' said Tom in a sarcastic tone. 'What did you get?' continuing.
    'Ah, D's and some E's same as you' he replied as Tom and Peter turned their attention to exchanging grades with others.
    Looking around he could see people laughing, smiling, jumping with joy and even dramatic tears over the white papers. Popular stereotypes were everywhere. Well dressed with trendy brand clothing making his t-shirt and jeans ordinarily plain.
    'Walking home?' he said looking at both of them.
    Tom nodded. To Jame's relief they started walking. He was beginning to feel uneasy around the crowd with talk of grades.