High School Ain't a Musical
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Riley's hand trembled. She opened her mouth, then closed it again, completely at a loss for words.
My father stepped in front of me. "Get in the car, sweetie."
I climbed into the back of the MPV, and my father sat beside me.
The ride remained quiet for a while before my father sighed. "So, how was the exam?"
I leaned back against the seat and closed my eyes. "It was fine."
"Good."
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Three days after the HAT ended, Middleton High received an official notice from the Education Ministry.