MasukA year after graduation, the dance production I starred in earned high praise in the industry and won audiences over.The dance company had me prepare for a national tour.On the last day of the tour, I changed into a white dress and stepped out of the dressing room. Minerva and my old classmates were waiting with armfuls of flowers.After graduating from high school, they'd all gotten into their dream colleges.A lot of reporters were waiting out there too.Seeing all those people, I instinctively turned around. I hoped to slip out the back and get home without having to face them.My classmates caught up and cut me off.My arms were full of flowers.The cards on the bouquets were full of heartfelt good wishes."Wishing Merida a brilliant future!""After seeing you dance today, I can die happy.""Merida, you've been the blonde of my dreams ever since the Academic Champions Invitational.""Can't wait for the next tour! Good luck with everything!"As I read their messages, my eyes fille
After the truth about my family came out, my life went on as usual.Dancing, makeup, the occasional low score.The one difference was that nobody called me the dumb blonde anymore.Whenever a dance competition came up, my classmates encouraged me to enter.On competition days, they were in the audience, cheering me on.With their support and encouragement, I gradually worked my way onto bigger stages.Six months before graduation, a major dance company offered me a place.My classmates were waiting for my decision. After thinking it over, I told them, "I turned it down for now. I want to graduate with all of you."They were caught off guard, and then they sighed with relief.Before every practice exam, Minerva would ask if I planned to take it seriously.If I did, she'd drop from first in our grade to second.I liked teasing her, so I often gave her misleading answers."I think I'll just wing this one."
The foundation signed a new funding agreement with our school for another ten years.David held a dance on the day he announced it.I had just walked in wearing my new dress when my classmates crowded around, saying they had a surprise for me.I followed them over.From a distance, I could see Minerva waiting with a shoebox.I opened it. A pair of pale pink heels.Minerva still didn't like me, but she'd lost the bet and had to keep her word. She was my minion now."The whole school chipped in for these. They're designer."We know how picky you are. You wouldn't put just anything on your feet."I decided to have some fun with her."Since you're my minion, could you help me put them on? I don't feel like bending down."Minerva's face darkened."No. I'm not touching your smelly feet."I looked at her."Isn't a minion supposed to do whatever the boss says?"She pulled a face and reluctantly crouched down."Lift your foot. I'll put them on for the princess."I gracefully lifted my foot and
For the extra round, ten teachers wrote one question each.Preston stepped forward for Rockford.The first question appeared. He was still reading it when I selected my answer.Green light.Second question.Green light.After I'd answered four questions correctly in a row, Preston started to look rattled.He couldn't understand how I could read and answer each question before he'd even finished scanning it.After getting the first five right, I glanced at him."Would you like me to give you a few seconds to think?"Sweat beaded on Preston's forehead."No. Go ahead.""All right."I selected another answer in the blink of an eye.Green light again.The teachers and students in our school's section had risen to their feet, tense with anticipation.They stayed quiet, afraid to break my concentration.Whenever the Rockford students' chatter distracted me, our side shouted them down."Shut up! Don't you dare say a word against her!""Weren't you the ones with doubts? Why so quiet now?""You
I hung up on him.Minerva saw it."Your grandfather?""A scam call.""A scammer saved in your phone as Grandpa?""Scammers have all sorts of tricks these days."Minerva clearly didn't believe me.The committee was writing the new questions.Suddenly the doors of the hall opened.The students by the entrance started talking over each other.Bodyguards came through first, clearing the way.Behind them was an old man in a casual suit.His hair wasn't fully white yet, and his eyes were sharp.Many of the teachers and students recognized him on sight.It was Edward Hale, chairman of the Hale Group.As soon as I saw my grandfather, I lowered my head and moved farther into the corner.Emma Collins, who sat next to me in class, asked, "Merida, is that old man looking for you?""No.""Then why is he coming over to our side?""Maybe there are no seats left on theirs.""There are plenty over there."Before I could find another excuse, my grandfather was standing in front of me."Merida. Have you
The hall was silent.Preston stood there with his mouth hanging open.The host didn't speak for a long moment.The technicians hurried to check the equipment.They went over every component and confirmed there was nothing wrong.I looked down at my reflection in the response pad's dark screen.My makeup was still perfect, and I let out a breath.Minerva rushed up and grabbed my hand."Th-that's impossible! How could an idiot like you...""Why is it impossible?"I looked up at her calmly.Her hand was shaking a little. She turned to the technicians."Is there something wrong with her response pad?"Preston's expression turned grim."There has to be! Your own teachers checked those! Who knows what's inside them!"He stood up."How could someone who's all boobs and no brains answer six questions in one go?"And n-not get a single one wrong?"I pulled my hand back and flexed my sore wrist."Were those six questions difficult?"I knew the answers the moment I read the questions."Minerva fr







