Chapter 20

• Arabella Rivera
• "Seven fifty six. Seven fifty six." I repeated as I all but raced towards the literature class. I was very aware of the ticking clock in my head. I nearly scream in frustration when Mr. Boyd's angry face pushes into my mind.
• I brought my bag forward, unzipping it quickly to rummage through my binder to pull out my written poetry. I needed to make sure everything was perfect. Mistakes were not an option, not if I want to sit an hour of bantering with mother and father.