Words were not coming to my mind, I rushed to my mom and told her the news. She was really happy and gave me a sweet she found in the cupboard. I got another call. It was the number of our driving school. I took the phone :
"Hey Jeremie, I am sorry there was a small mistake... In fact, you failed at your driving exam. I confused you with another student. I am really sorry."
" Oh...Is that so? Are you sure? "
"Yeah, my apologies. Do not worry you will eventually pass it."
I was completely broken. Why was it happening to me? How was I going to face my family? Like a prisoner who had been told he was going to be free and then finally inserted back in jail, my ambition was chained again. Vicky called me, he told me that the instructor just called him to say he passed the exam. I was happy for him and tried not to show my sadness over my situation. Why would the instructor confuse me with another student? I thought a little bit and something sprang to my mind. I understood what happened. The instructor confused me with Vicky. Indeed, we had similar phone numbers except for one digit. He probably called me instead of calling Vicky first. Then, he became aware of the mistake and told me the sad news. That was not a big deal, I would take some driving lessons and get this exam again. I tried to cheer myself up but I could not. I went to bed.
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