Those worksheets were practice exams from the top prep school in the province. They'd predicted dozens of actual test questions the year before. The teacher had specifically requested them to help boost everyone's scores.
I was afraid everyone would miss the exam, so I reminded them one by one.
But what I thought was being responsible turned out to be a crime in their eyes.
Samantha looked at me with mockery dripping from her gaze.
"Watch—he'll run home and call our parents again. Little snitch."
I finally snapped. "I don't have time for that."
I forced my voice steady. "I promise I won't say anything. I won't call anyone. Okay? I just want to go home, rest, and do well on the exam tomorrow."
I tried to pry her fingers off my arm, but she used the motion to snatch my bag instead.
"What are you doing?!" I shouted, my stomach plummeting.
The next second, she pulled out my exam admission ticket and waved it in the air.
The blood drained from my face. I lunged for it. "Are you insane? Give it back!"
Samantha tossed it to Roger like she was playing fetch with a dog. Roger flicked it to another classmate.