After Ty dropped Clara and me back at our dorms, I decided to tackle my assignment and check my emails. The workload is overwhelming, and it's starting to show. I pulled up my student email on my phone and saw a notification. My heart flutters—it's the result of my essay. The Headmaster said I needed a 62, the bare minimum, or I'd be assigned a tutor. I struggled with my first essay, and transitioning to full-time study overnight has been a challenge. I did my best. I remind myself of that as my fingers tremble while tapping the screen to open the email. I swallow hard, waiting for it to load. Waiting. Waiting. Wait—
60.5%
Are you kidding me?!
I skim through the feedback but don't really take it in. No, no, no. I don't want a tutor; I just need time. I don't want to spend time with someone who thinks they're superior just because they get better grades. I close the email as another notification pops up.
A text.
Unknown: I'm giving you one more chance. Go back to the hole you came from before I come and make you.
My heart drops, and my phone follows. "Go back to the hole you came from"? I had convinced myself the text from last night at the game was a freaky coincidence, a wrong number. But this is specific. Fear grips me as I slip on my sneakers and dash out of the room. Usually, my phone and headphones are essential on my runs, but I don't want to be near my phone right now.
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Lifeline
Ficción GeneralJessie Kensington thought she had escaped her troubled past when she faked her death and started a new life as Violet Arrowood. But three years later, she finds herself at Vanguard University on a scholarship, trying to build the future she always d...