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34. The Envelope Incident

Author: Juri Ann
last update publish date: 2026-04-02 20:12:45

Catherine’s POV

Everything is going perfectly. Perfectly chaotic. Until Principal Martin decides to ruin my life. Okay, exaggeration…but still.

He shows up out of nowhere, because of course he does.

His whistle pierces the air like we’re criminals escaping prison. He waves his arms, ordering everyone back inside. The competition doesn’t even start. Not one single glorious second.

I sink into my chair and groan quietly. Clinton would have won. I don’t even need video evidence. The moment his pan
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