The Last Test I’ll Ever Take - Chapter 8: Chapter 8
You are reading The Last Test I’ll Ever Take, Chapter 8: Chapter 8. Read more chapters of The Last Test I’ll Ever Take.
Life fell into a predictable rhythm—school, practice tests, repeat. Then one night, exhaustion finally caught up with me. I dozed off at my desk and woke to complete darkness, the school deserted and silent.
That's when I heard it—the faint creak of the door. My pulse spiked as I ducked behind a stack of old textbooks, barely daring to breathe.
The door swung open to reveal Emmet slipping inside like a shadow, followed by some guy I didn't recognize.
"Did you get them?" Emmet hissed.
His cousin—apparently—grinned. "Easy. My buddy was driving the exam transport. We faked a breakdown and swiped the papers. Truck's still 'stalled' on the road." He tossed a thick envelope on the desk. "Memorize fast. I need to return these before anyone notices."
My stomach dropped. They'd actually stolen the college entrance exams?
Just when I thought it couldn't get worse, Emmet flung the door wider. "Get in here," he whispered sharply.
Figures poured in until—oh god—nearly the entire class stood in the moonlight. Emmet waved the stolen papers like a general with battle plans. "Split into groups of five. Each team takes a section—move!"
Chaos erupted, then stalled almost immediately.
"These questions are impossible!" someone groaned. "Even if I memorize them, I can't solve them!"
Murmurs of agreement filled the room. "We're betting everything on stolen tests, but what's the point if we can't even answer them right?"
A long sigh. "Man... if only Jessica were in on this. She'd ace these in her sleep."
"Yeah, Emmet," another voice pressed. "You two are tight. Why didn't you recruit her?"
Emmet's scoff cut through the dark. "Think, morons. Jessica's getting into Glasgow or GCU on merit. Why would she risk this?" His voice turned dismissive. "I chose you all for your family connections. She's just some farmer's kid—useless to us."
The collective sigh that followed almost covered my gasp. Almost.
"Who's there?!"
I bolted, but hands yanked me back into the light.
"Jessica? How much did you hear?" Panic edged the voice.
"Everything, idiot!" Someone brandished a shovel from the supply closet. "We have to deal with her!"
Emmet's hand shot up. "Wait." His smile made my skin crawl. "Sit down, Jessica. You're going to solve every one of these problems."
They shoved me into a chair as arguments erupted around me:
"After she finishes, we should kill her. No one will miss some poor farmer's daughter."
"Are you insane? Murder charges don't just disappear!"
A third voice, chillingly calm: "They do when twenty families with influence cover it up. We're already in this together—one more secret won't matter."
The shovel's shadow loomed over my test paper as I picked up the pencil with shaking hands.
That's when I heard it—the faint creak of the door. My pulse spiked as I ducked behind a stack of old textbooks, barely daring to breathe.
The door swung open to reveal Emmet slipping inside like a shadow, followed by some guy I didn't recognize.
"Did you get them?" Emmet hissed.
His cousin—apparently—grinned. "Easy. My buddy was driving the exam transport. We faked a breakdown and swiped the papers. Truck's still 'stalled' on the road." He tossed a thick envelope on the desk. "Memorize fast. I need to return these before anyone notices."
My stomach dropped. They'd actually stolen the college entrance exams?
Just when I thought it couldn't get worse, Emmet flung the door wider. "Get in here," he whispered sharply.
Figures poured in until—oh god—nearly the entire class stood in the moonlight. Emmet waved the stolen papers like a general with battle plans. "Split into groups of five. Each team takes a section—move!"
Chaos erupted, then stalled almost immediately.
"These questions are impossible!" someone groaned. "Even if I memorize them, I can't solve them!"
Murmurs of agreement filled the room. "We're betting everything on stolen tests, but what's the point if we can't even answer them right?"
A long sigh. "Man... if only Jessica were in on this. She'd ace these in her sleep."
"Yeah, Emmet," another voice pressed. "You two are tight. Why didn't you recruit her?"
Emmet's scoff cut through the dark. "Think, morons. Jessica's getting into Glasgow or GCU on merit. Why would she risk this?" His voice turned dismissive. "I chose you all for your family connections. She's just some farmer's kid—useless to us."
The collective sigh that followed almost covered my gasp. Almost.
"Who's there?!"
I bolted, but hands yanked me back into the light.
"Jessica? How much did you hear?" Panic edged the voice.
"Everything, idiot!" Someone brandished a shovel from the supply closet. "We have to deal with her!"
Emmet's hand shot up. "Wait." His smile made my skin crawl. "Sit down, Jessica. You're going to solve every one of these problems."
They shoved me into a chair as arguments erupted around me:
"After she finishes, we should kill her. No one will miss some poor farmer's daughter."
"Are you insane? Murder charges don't just disappear!"
A third voice, chillingly calm: "They do when twenty families with influence cover it up. We're already in this together—one more secret won't matter."
The shovel's shadow loomed over my test paper as I picked up the pencil with shaking hands.
End of The Last Test I’ll Ever Take Chapter 8. Continue reading Chapter 9 or return to The Last Test I’ll Ever Take book page.