The SAT Eve Nightmare

Northwood High's auditoriu

ng assembly, the la

onde hair swishing, took the microph

SATs, and, like, our awesome senior year, I'm throwing a

looked vaguely disapproving but said nothi

od ran

ent. This exac

ily White, student council pres

ight before the SATs? Alcohol?

, my then-boyfriend, star quarterback, had lau

led me a kil

hem to stay home, to focus. I even went to the t

well on

of my warnings, supposedly overdosed. It was a lie. She'd faked it to g

spread panic, prevented

the charge. They cornered me on the

justice. He got too close. A hit-and-run, orches

a guidance coun

ng them on the news, Brittany the v

about her perfect plan, how she'd fooled everyone, how she'd get i

physical thing,

no

ittany's announcem

my arm under the

g from sadness. It was the s

as

's voice grated. "I

t Brittany, a dopey look on his face. My

m now but a cold, har

a deep

ought. This ti

Let them ruin th

mbly dismissed and kids chattered ex

otect myself. Pr

ld all g