MILLICENT
“What?” I repeated, blinking slowly as if the room had somehow warped and dropped me into a joke I wasn’t in on. But no one was laughing.
Professor Camryn unhurriedly walked towards us. “Sandra?”
Sandra turned in her seat, flashing the fakest, most polished smile I’d ever seen. “I’m just saying, Professor,” she said sweetly, “we’ve been working on this history material for weeks, and I studied all night for this test. It's really unfair if some people are going to copy all that hard work.”
My hands balled into fists under the desk. “I didn’t copy anyone.”
Sandra didn’t look at me when she spoke. “You were right behind me. I could feel you leaning forward. It’s not even subtle.”
The professor’s mouth thinned into a line. “Millicent?”
“I didn’t cheat professor.” My voice was
