LOGINThe police stood firm, their expressions hard with no trace of leniency.Sierra lifted her chin defiantly. "Isn't this your job to figure out? How would I know anything?"Officer Ortega pressed again, "Then tell us. Do you know your own score?"My steps slowed at that.Sierra gave a short, bitter laugh. "You people blocked all the results. How would I know my score? What kind of stupid question is that?"Officer Ortega sighed at her stubbornness. "Your total score on the exam is…"He paused for effect. "568,000 points."A stunned silence swept the hallway.Along with a few other students who had just finished being questioned, I turned around in shock.Sierra's eyes widened. Her face drained of color, and her arrogance shattered. "Th-that's impossible!"Officer Ortega frowned. "Still want to pretend? Tell us exactly what method you used!"Sierra began trembling, her voice breaking apart. "I… I…"Before she could say more, the door to the next room burst open. Hailey stumble
Sierra's body visibly trembled, panic and hatred flashing across her eyes. She instinctively tried to stand up, but halfway through, her knees gave out and she slumped back into her seat.Police guarded the auditorium doors, and the students were whispering to each other, pointing at the screen in confusion and fear.If Sierra stood now, she'd only draw more attention to herself. It would be like walking straight into a trap.I watched her struggle with cold detachment.It was clear she was still clinging to hope. She was hoping her mysterious system hadn't failed, and that this was just a coincidence.By the time the final group of names cycled off the screen, hers had never appeared.With that, the last bit of color drained from her face. She collapsed back in her chair, pale as a ghost.The chaos in the auditorium didn't die down; if anything, it grew louder. Everyone was staring at the police on stage, desperate for an explanation.After twelve years of grinding study, none
I walked into the exam hall and completed every question carefully.Even though I already knew how it would all end, this test was my closure, a final offering to the twelve years I'd spent clawing my way forward.When I finished the last paper and stepped out of the room, I exhaled a long, steady breath.Someone tapped my shoulder from behind. It was Sierra."Hey, genius," she said lightly. "How many points do you think you'll get this time?"I thought for a second, then answered, "Probably first in the whole of Silvercrest City."Sierra and Hailey burst out laughing, loud and exaggerated. "Well then, congratulations in advance! Ms. Top Scholar!"Still laughing, they walked off together.I watched her leave, lips curling faintly. 'I hope you're still laughing after the results come out.'After the college entrance exam, Sierra never contacted me again.Of course, she didn't. She'd already planned to go abroad. Dealing with a pathetic scholarship girl like me had only been he
I took a deep breath, letting my eyes redden before turning toward her."Sierra… I really messed up this time. I was sick during the exam, and I filled in the wrong answer sheet."My voice broke near the end, and I buried my face in my arms, pretending to sob.A classmate leaned close to whisper to Sierra, "Vera didn't do well this time. She ranked in the eight hundreds, same as you."Sierra froze.I fought down the smile creeping up inside me.I hadn't eaten her lozenge, but to keep her from noticing, I'd deliberately filled out the wrong answer sheet and left huge portions of the test blank.So my official score was in the eight hundreds, and so was Sierra's.Two equally terrible scores. No one would suspect that her Grade Heist System had failed.Finally, Sierra placed a stiff hand on my shoulder and gave me an awkward pat. "It's okay, Vera. Don't lose hope. A bad exam from being sick doesn't mean anything. Just rest before the real thing. You'll do great on the college exa
My stomach tightened as I walked toward her, my mind spinning.Why was Sierra suddenly digging through my desk?Before I could ask, Hailey stumbled forward—her "accident" almost too perfect—and the water in her cup splashed squarely onto my jacket.Sierra jumped to her feet at once, grabbing tissues and patting at my clothes. "Oh no, Hailey! Be more careful next time! What if our class genius catches a cold now?"Then she turned to me with mock concern. "Vera, check your pockets. Make sure nothing important got wet!"Her little act was so transparent I almost laughed. I forced my expression to stay neutral, then methodically turned out both pockets of my jacket, just like she wanted.Only a small, palm-sized notebook, which was my vocabulary book, fell out.Sierra's eyes flicked over it, suspicious, but she couldn't find anything wrong. She finally backed off.I gave my jacket a shake and sat down.She leaned toward me again, her voice light as she probed, "Vera, why didn't yo
I stifled a yawn. "I'm a little tired. I think I'll nap first and eat it later."Sierra tensed immediately.A single piece of candy was too small. If I just pocketed it, there'd be no way for her to know whether I'd actually eaten it or not."Your throat's already hoarse," she said, feigning concern. "You should really take the lozenge now. And since you've got the flu, you need to keep your blood sugar up. What if you faint during class?"Her brows knitted together in perfect imitation of worry.The others bought it. Whispers rose from the back of the classroom."It's just a piece of candy. You'd think she's being asked to swallow poison.""Honestly, she's just petty and too proud to accept kindness.""She's already on scholarship and still acts like she's above everyone else. She doesn't even know how to appreciate people being nice to her."Each word jabbed into my chest like a needle.Was giving me candy really "kindness"? Did they expect me to wag my tail in gratitude







