You Won’t Believe What Made Me Oversleep on My College Entrance Exams: A Race Against Time

On the most critical morning of my life—the day of my medical college entrance exam—I woke up to a nightmare. My alarms, which I had carefully set the night before, were mysteriously turned off. Panicked, I glanced at my phone: it was 9:55 a.m. My exam was set to begin at 10:00.

Years of preparation flashed before my eyes—late nights studying, countless exams, and the dream of becoming a doctor inspired by my mom, who passed away from cancer. I bolted out of bed, throwing on clothes as my heart raced.

“Marissa!” I shouted, calling for my stepmom. She was sitting calmly in the kitchen, sipping coffee. “Please, I need a ride to the college. My exam starts in five minutes!”

Her response was as cold as her tone. “You’re already late. Maybe next time, you’ll learn to set an alarm properly.”

“But I did!” I insisted, panic mounting.

Marissa smirked. “Maybe this is a sign you’re not cut out for med school. If you can’t even wake up, how will you handle patients?”

Her words stung, but before I could process them, my little brother, Ethan, stepped in. “I know what happened,” he said, his small voice trembling but firm.

I turned to him, confused. “What do you mean?”

He hesitated, glancing nervously at Marissa. “I saw her. She turned off your alarms last night.”

Marissa’s face hardened. “Ethan, stop lying!” she snapped, but Ethan stood his ground. “I saw you go into her room and turn them off,” he said, his voice growing stronger.

Caught, Marissa crossed her arms and sneered. “Fine, I did it. You’re not fit to be a doctor anyway. Your dad’s money could be better spent.”

Before I could respond, sirens wailed outside. Ethan grabbed my hand. “Don’t worry, Claire. I called for help.”

Two police officers entered the house. Ethan, brave beyond his years, explained everything. “My sister needs to get to her exam,” he said. “Marissa turned off her alarms to make her miss it.”

The officers glanced at Marissa, who tried to deny the accusations. But Ethan’s sincerity and courage won them over. One officer turned to me. “We’ll get you there.”

With sirens blazing, we raced to the exam center. I arrived just minutes before the doors closed. After hearing my story, the proctors allowed me to sit for the test.

Hours later, I emerged, relieved and grateful. Ethan was waiting at home, his face lighting up as he saw me. “Did you do it?” he asked eagerly.

I smiled, pulling him into a hug. “Yes, thanks to you.”

Inside, my dad confronted Marissa. Her cruel actions were unforgivable. “Pack your things,” he said coldly. “This family deserves better.”

As she left, I felt a wave of relief. Ethan’s bravery had saved my dream, and I knew I would make my mom proud. That day, I realized that true family stands by you, no matter what.