The Test Score Above My Head
After blowing off my sister, I headed to my room to crash. But she wasn't done.
She cornered me again, this time trying to drag me to a teacher for extra tutoring. "It's not too late to cram!" she insisted.
I shook her hand off my arm. "Last-minute cramming is pointless. You go if you're so worried. I've got shows to watch."
"Jenny, you're naturally smart, but you still shouldn't get careless."
The words were a perfect echo from my last life. She was testing me, watching my face for any sign that I still trusted the cursed number floating over my head.