The Test of Betrayal
If not this year, there's always next year.
"Oh, right. The school I'm applying to is Callisto College, not Alpheno College."
Every exam afterward went smoothly.
For every single paper, I specially prepared a unique version just for Ian.
Yet Ian never noticed a thing. He copied answer after answer onto his sheets.
When the final bell rang, I set down my pen and finally let out a sigh of relief.
Today, just like last time, Shirley was waiting for me outside the exam hall. Ian, who had once again turned in his paper early, was standing beside her.
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