I slowly rotated my pencil around in my hand, chewing my bottom lip. Why hadn't I studied harder?
I glanced up at the clock, feeling my heartbeat pick up in my chest. Fifteen minutes to complete my final. And then my Junior Year was over. I would officially be a Senior. If I passed this English final. And at this rate, I'd be retaking 11th grade English. Our final for my English class was divided between two apparatuses. This God forsaken essay question. And a research paper, which I'd made a 98 on. But I couldn't afford to make a B in the in the class. That could ruin my Valedictorian status. That could ruin my dreams of getting into Duke, of studying medicine. That could ruin everything. So, I bucked up and finished what I started writing, even though I'm not even sure what the q
