Countdown To Choas
Five months had passed since Bethany’s sweet seventeenth birthday, and the days seemed to fly by faster than she could catch them. Summer had melted into autumn, and the golden leaves littered the schoolyard like confetti, marking the approach of the most stressful season of the year: exams. Bethany walked briskly through the corridors, her bag slung over one shoulder, a stack of notes sticking out the top like a small flag of impending doom. The chatter around her buzzed with nervous energy. Everyone was talking about the exams, cramming schedules, and “study buddies,” and even teachers seemed sharper, more impatient, as if they could feel the ticking clock. She spotted Ava across the hall and waved, her friend rushing toward her, a folder clutched to her chest. “Beth! Have you started
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