or when maybe they're all right.
"done." it wasn't my voice, but annalise. in my peripheral vision, her hair and complexion was a dark haze, but i made sure to still listen to her as i took my test.
"four minutes for fifty questions!" our geography teacher exclaimed. "that has to be some kind of record."
she did not smile at this, but instead said, "i'd bet wren's going to get a 100."
i just shook my head at my computer screen. "definitely not."
~
i clicked 'done,' not caring enough to recheck my answers.
48/50 questions answered correctly: 96%
"what'd you get?" annalise asked.
"96. you?"
silence. despite my imperfection, she stayed silent as if i had beaten her.
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Smart Girl
Non-Fictionthoughts from the smart girl. //the journal of wren// //highest rank #2 in non fiction// //all names of real people interacted with here are altered from their original versions for privacy's sake//
