MILLICENT
Sandra stood, flipping her hair and tugging her plaid skirt down an inch before taking the stack. She strutted around, passing them out like they were love letters. When she reached my desk she paused.
The smirk she gave me was slow, dripping with satisfaction, before her eyes slid toward Professor Lily with open admiration. That was when I realised something was wrong.
I looked down at the paper, and my jaw tightened. These weren’t review questions. Hell, they weren’t even from the topics we’d covered. It's advanced. She wanted me to fail.
I sat frozen for a heartbeat, staring at the questions, listening to the scratching of pens around me, the shuffle of paper. Then I lifted my pencil and started writing.
Minutes ticked by, sweat beading on foreheads across the room. Soon
