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The SAT Eve Nightmare

The SAT Eve Nightmare

Gavin

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The fluorescent lights of Northwood High's auditorium hummed, a familiar sound. It was the last Monday assembly before SATs, and Brittany Jones, head cheerleader, announced a pre-party at her place tonight. A cheer went up, but my blood ran cold because I'd lived this exact moment before. Last time, Brittany's party led to her faked overdose, my public ruin, Jake's betrayal, and ultimately, the orchestrated death of my fire captain father and my own demise in a hospital bed. Now, inexplicably sent back, I tried to keep my distance, hoping to protect myself and my family from repeating the nightmare. Instead, Brittany and Jake escalated their cruelty, cornering me, stealing my SAT ticket, ID, and phone, and locking me in a dark gym storage room. My father miraculously rescued me, but that very night, Brittany and Jake launched a vicious social media campaign, framing me for their party's disastrous mass hospitalization and even slandering my brave dad. Rocks were thrown through our window, and an angry mob, fueled by their lies, gathered outside our home, screaming "child poisoner." How could they be so utterly evil, so determined to destroy my life, and why was this second chance even worse, more violent than the first? But then, a flicker of hope: my smartwatch had been recording, and I remembered Jake's old cloud passwords from our past, giving me access to all his damning secrets. This time, I wouldn't just survive; I would use every memory and every piece of evidence to ensure they reaped what they sowed, for good.

Introduction

The fluorescent lights of Northwood High's auditorium hummed, a familiar sound.

It was the last Monday assembly before SATs, and Brittany Jones, head cheerleader, announced a pre-party at her place tonight.

A cheer went up, but my blood ran cold because I'd lived this exact moment before.

Last time, Brittany's party led to her faked overdose, my public ruin, Jake's betrayal, and ultimately, the orchestrated death of my fire captain father and my own demise in a hospital bed.

Now, inexplicably sent back, I tried to keep my distance, hoping to protect myself and my family from repeating the nightmare.

Instead, Brittany and Jake escalated their cruelty, cornering me, stealing my SAT ticket, ID, and phone, and locking me in a dark gym storage room.

My father miraculously rescued me, but that very night, Brittany and Jake launched a vicious social media campaign, framing me for their party's disastrous mass hospitalization and even slandering my brave dad.

Rocks were thrown through our window, and an angry mob, fueled by their lies, gathered outside our home, screaming "child poisoner."

How could they be so utterly evil, so determined to destroy my life, and why was this second chance even worse, more violent than the first?

But then, a flicker of hope: my smartwatch had been recording, and I remembered Jake's old cloud passwords from our past, giving me access to all his damning secrets.

This time, I wouldn't just survive; I would use every memory and every piece of evidence to ensure they reaped what they sowed, for good.

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