Phoebe
"Time’s up. Put your pencils down."
Ms. Collins' voice echoed through the dead-silent classroom. I set my mechanical pencil on the desk and let out a deep sigh. Finally. The semester finals were over. This was the last damn exam of the week, and now all I had to do was sit back and wait for the results.
I glanced around, checking out my classmates' reactions—some looked like they just won the lottery, while others had the same expression as someone who just got hit by a truck. I felt pretty solid about my answers. At least I wasn’t one of those poor souls staring at their blank answer sheets like their lives just ended.
As I gathered my test papers to turn them in, Tyra slid up next to me, practically buzzing with excitement.
"I'm throwing a party tomorrow night at my place," s
