Chloe’s POV
Frankly, I was planning to burn my uniforms today because seeing them tore me apart, mostly because I’d accepted that I would never live up to my dreams of being valedictorian.
However, I was grateful that I didn't because I’d have had nothing to resume school in.
After I’d hurried on my uniform, I went downstairs and asked a driver to get me to school because I was too excited to wait for an Uber. The entire ride, I kept wondering the same thing I was while dressing up…. The mystery “how?” of this miracle I found myself experiencing.
How did I get such charges lifted? Especially with that manner of concrete evidence.
No matter how much I tried, I didn't figure it out up until I was walking through the doors of the principal’s office. I hated the crippling ache that hit m
