The Last Test I’ll Ever Take - Chapter 1: Chapter 1
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Midway through the college entrance exam, I did something unthinkable—I pulled a cheat sheet from my pocket and held it up for everyone to see.
The invigilator snatched my exam paper immediately, declaring my results invalid. But when they examined my cheat sheet, their faces went pale. It wasn't just answers for this test—it had perfect solutions for tomorrow's exams too.
Within minutes, the inspection team arrived, and I was escorted out by police. If convicted of cheating, I'd face three years in prison.
No one could make sense of it. Why would me—a top-ranked student, a surefire candidate for highest scorer—cheat? And why would I turn myself in?
But the real mystery was: How did I have answers for tests we hadn't even taken yet?
Only I knew the truth. I wasn't cheating to pass.
I was cheating to survive.
The exam hall was dead silent, the only sound the frantic scratching of pens. I stared at my blank answer sheet, took a deep breath, and then—
"Sir!" I announced loudly, holding up the thick stack of papers. "I have a cheat sheet in my pocket!"
Every head snapped toward me. A few students gasped; someone's pen clattered to the floor.
The invigilator stormed over, yanking the papers from my hand. "Jessica," he hissed, "you've committed a serious violation. Your exam is terminated." His voice boomed across the room, but I didn't flinch.
A collective breath caught in the crowd. "Is she insane?" someone whispered. A girl near the front gaped. "Wait—that's Jessica Stockholm. The girl who aces every mock exam!"
A guy in the back barked out, "A valedictorian cheating? She's throwing her life away!"
The invigilator slammed his fist on a desk. "Silence! One more word, and you'll be disqualified too!"
The room froze. Everyone ducked back to their papers—except my classmates, who stared at me like I'd lost my mind.
Then the second invigilator stiffened. "Wait—look at this." He waved the other over, voice dropping to a whisper. "This isn't just English answers. It's math and science—but those exams aren't until tomorrow!"
"That's impossible," the other muttered, flipping through the pages. "These aren't just formulas. They're full solutions." His face went white. "Call the inspection team. Now."
Minutes later, officials flooded in, two police officers trailing behind. The lead inspector pulled me aside, his voice low and grave. "Jessica, if this is proven, it's not just disqualification. Cheating on the national exam is a felony. You're looking at three years in prison." He studied me. "We're taking you in. Any objections?"
I glanced back at my classmates. Not a single one was still writing—they were all watching me, horrified.
I exhaled. "Take me. But do me a favor—read that cheat sheet carefully."
Since nothing like this had ever happened before, the police led me out and locked me in an empty classroom while they figured out what to do next.
The invigilator snatched my exam paper immediately, declaring my results invalid. But when they examined my cheat sheet, their faces went pale. It wasn't just answers for this test—it had perfect solutions for tomorrow's exams too.
Within minutes, the inspection team arrived, and I was escorted out by police. If convicted of cheating, I'd face three years in prison.
No one could make sense of it. Why would me—a top-ranked student, a surefire candidate for highest scorer—cheat? And why would I turn myself in?
But the real mystery was: How did I have answers for tests we hadn't even taken yet?
Only I knew the truth. I wasn't cheating to pass.
I was cheating to survive.
The exam hall was dead silent, the only sound the frantic scratching of pens. I stared at my blank answer sheet, took a deep breath, and then—
"Sir!" I announced loudly, holding up the thick stack of papers. "I have a cheat sheet in my pocket!"
Every head snapped toward me. A few students gasped; someone's pen clattered to the floor.
The invigilator stormed over, yanking the papers from my hand. "Jessica," he hissed, "you've committed a serious violation. Your exam is terminated." His voice boomed across the room, but I didn't flinch.
A collective breath caught in the crowd. "Is she insane?" someone whispered. A girl near the front gaped. "Wait—that's Jessica Stockholm. The girl who aces every mock exam!"
A guy in the back barked out, "A valedictorian cheating? She's throwing her life away!"
The invigilator slammed his fist on a desk. "Silence! One more word, and you'll be disqualified too!"
The room froze. Everyone ducked back to their papers—except my classmates, who stared at me like I'd lost my mind.
Then the second invigilator stiffened. "Wait—look at this." He waved the other over, voice dropping to a whisper. "This isn't just English answers. It's math and science—but those exams aren't until tomorrow!"
"That's impossible," the other muttered, flipping through the pages. "These aren't just formulas. They're full solutions." His face went white. "Call the inspection team. Now."
Minutes later, officials flooded in, two police officers trailing behind. The lead inspector pulled me aside, his voice low and grave. "Jessica, if this is proven, it's not just disqualification. Cheating on the national exam is a felony. You're looking at three years in prison." He studied me. "We're taking you in. Any objections?"
I glanced back at my classmates. Not a single one was still writing—they were all watching me, horrified.
I exhaled. "Take me. But do me a favor—read that cheat sheet carefully."
Since nothing like this had ever happened before, the police led me out and locked me in an empty classroom while they figured out what to do next.
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