The Cheat Queen Reads My Mind Every Test
"We sat through 20 exams, and your scratch paper was empty every single time. Don't tell me you're some kind of genius who does all the math in her head.
"Oh, and there's also the scratch paper from this exam." I bent down and grabbed the exam bag from the shoe rack by the front door, pulled out the neatly folded stack, and spread it across the coffee table.
"Every step of every problem is right here, and it all matches the correct answers. Want to pull out yours and compare?"
Joey's face went white. Her lips trembled, and she couldn't get a word out. After a long silence, she finally managed one sentence.