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Chapter Twenty-Five — Y is for Yellow Roses
I was so looking forward to the midterm break because mom had mentioned we'd be going to Florida.
Florida was the ultimate vacation destination and I was looking forward to seeing all my old friends there. Not to mention my lovable and totally-insane-but-also-in-a-lovable-way older brother, Charles.
"Remind me never to bake cookies for Miss Mausley ever again," Indi fumed as she left the class.
"Calm down, Indi. You can't tell me you didn't know a single question on Wuthering Heights in there? We spent all night revising!" I folded my arms, a little exasperated.
I spent this week reading and stuffing my head with facts ranging from physics to world history and now it was Friday, the last day of exams. I was supposed to be happy but I could feel my body heating up and my head felt like it was stuffed with cotton wool. And Indi was certainly not helping.
"I did, but I'm just no
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