Chapter 17 – A Good Day

• “Well?” Jackson says, his voice low, and I flinch again – god, that’s getting annoying – as I snap my head up to look at him. He gestures towards the head table. “Hand in your test.”
• “Um,” I say, and then another chair scrapes in the room. Someone else is finished too, and headed this way. “You take it,” I say, making a snap decision and nodding towards it.
• “You finished first,” he growls, taking a menacing step towards me.