Aurora’s P.O.V
The next week, just as Mr. Hemming had said, the biology test took place. As soon as I got the paper, my heart pounded in fear for a moment, but then, as I read through the questions, a rush of relief washed over me. I knew the answers. Every single one. It felt almost surreal—just last week, I had been drowning in confusion, and now, everything made perfect sense. Caroline’s notes had been a lifesaver. I could already imagine how grateful I’d feel when I thanked her later.
I focused on my test, my pen moving smoothly across the paper, my confidence growing with every answer I wrote. For the first time in a long while, I felt good about an exam. No second-guessing, no blank spaces—just pure, solid knowledge. But then, just as I was midway through a particularly detailed
