BOOK 4/7
Bite the Bullet: to endure a painful or otherwise unpleasant situation that is seen as unavoidable
After two months of coping the death of their friends (Erica, Boyd, Aiden, and Olivia), the rest of the pack not only are faced with new thre...
"Where's Lydia?" Kira spoke up but I didn't bother to look away from my phone since I was doing last-minute studying.
"She took it her freshman year." Stiles spoke up, leaning more against the lockers.
Allison let out a small chuckle. "She was bragging about it to me the other day when I was studying."
"Phoebe's doing the same thing." I add and we all look over to my half-sister who was in the middle of a conversation with a girl named Sydney in a different line.
"Does that mean I could have taken it some other time?" Malia groaned and snatched my phone from my hands. "Let me have a turn."
"Hey!" I take my phone back from her. "You're not the only one who needs to pass."
"Malia, you and Olivia studied harder for this than any of us." Scott assured as he glanced between us.
"We studied on the way here, remember?" Allison added but Malia rolled her eyes.
"Doesn't mean we're gonna do good." She remarked and I motioned towards her, showing that Malia had a point. My luck hasn't been the best lately.
"Well." Stiles interjected but Malia furrowed her eyebrows.
"Well, what?"
"It's do well, not good." He corrected.
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"Oh god!" Malia exclaimed in frustration.
"You're doing this because while we're trying not to die, we still need to live. If I survive high school, I'd like to go to college. A good college." Scott explained seriously.
"It's only for three hours. We can survive three hours." Kira added with a shrug.
Soon enough we were let inside the classroom and I press my thumb against the ink pad before pressing it against my test sheets to show that it was mine.
I hand my phone to Lydia's mom and she places the device inside the yellow envelope that was numbered before giving me another piece of paper that had the same number on it for me to exchange later.
A man that stood behind the desk hands me two pencils with a somewhat creepy smile before I grabbed my test sheet and test booklet. My eyes trail to his name tag that read Simon in bold letters.
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