The Grade Heist

I took a deep breath, letting my eyes redden before turning toward her.

"Sierra… I really messed up this time. I was sick during the exam, and I filled in the wrong answer sheet."

My voice broke near the end, and I buried my face in my arms, pretending to sob.

A classmate leaned close to whisper to Sierra, "Vera didn't do well this time. She ranked in the eight hundreds, same as you."

Sierra froze.

I fought down the smile creeping up inside me.

I hadn't eaten her lozenge, but to keep her from noticing, I'd deliberately filled out the wrong answer sheet and left huge portions of the test blank.

So my official score was in the eight hundreds, and so was Sierra's.

Two equally terrible scores. No one would suspect that her Grade Heist System had failed.

Finally, Sierra placed a stiff hand on my shoulder and gave me an awkward pat. "It's okay, Vera. Don't lose hope. A bad exam from being sick doesn't mean anything. Just rest before the real thing. You'll do great on the college exams."

I exhaled slowly. She'd bought it.

Using my sleeve, I wiped away my fake tears and gave her a grateful look, pretending not to notice the disgust flickering in her eyes. "Thanks, Sierra. You didn't do well either, but you still came to cheer me up."

Her smile faltered, stiffened, and she simply nodded before walking away.

As the final days before the college entrance exams drew near, Sierra doubled down to make sure her Grade Heist System worked properly. Every day, she brought me something new: imported fruit, energy bars wrapped in gold foil, expensive tonics.

I accepted every single one with a sweet smile.

Meanwhile, Ridgeway High had started offering free breakfast to motivate students: the so-called "Top Scholar Soup".

I worked part-time in the cafeteria, and now, that job was finally about to pay off.

When I arrived that morning, the kitchen ladies were already bustling around the stove. Steam rose in thick clouds from the giant pot of freshly cooked soup.

"I'll serve the soup today," I said.

I took the long-handled ladle and slipped my hand into my sleeve. Inside was a tiny packet filled with the powdered remains of Sierra's "special" lozenge.

As I stirred the pot slowly, I tilted my wrist ever so slightly. The powder drifted down the edge of the ladle, dissolving seamlessly into the boiling soup and vanishing without a trace.

The sweet scent of soup filled the air as the mixture spread evenly through the pot.

When Sierra and Hailey entered the cafeteria, I looked up and waved cheerfully. "The school's free soup is actually really good. It's even sweet! Want to try some? It's supposed to bring good luck for exams."

Sierra glanced at the steaming bowls all around and gave a soft, disdainful snort. "Free food? Please. Only you people would think that's worth anything."

She beckoned to Hailey, and the two of them sat down with the fancy lunchboxes their housekeepers had brought from home.

All around them, the rest of the students ate their cafeteria meals, each with a steaming bowl of Top Scholar Soup beside them.

By the end of lunch, every last pot in the cafeteria was empty. My arms ached from ladling so much.

The next day was the college entrance exam.