The Double ( or More ?) Life of The Fake Heiress

Chapter 148

The weekend had zipped by in a blur, and before anyone knew it, Monday rolled around with all the subtlety of a freight train.

At the break of dawn, the school bulletin board was swamped with students eager to see the results of last week’s exams. The monthly assessment had been notoriously tough. It was a ten on the difficulty scale. The heads–up for the tests came out of nowhere, so scores across the board had taken a nosedive.

But that was old news. The real buzz was Mirabella from The Advanced Class. Rumors had been swirling about her dismal performance in English, of all things.

Around the bulletin board, a crowd had gathered thick as thieves, all jostling for a peek at the rankings. But when the top name came into view, a collective gasp cut through the morning air.

In first place, with a whopping 692 points, was none other than Mirabella. Trailing by a hair’s breadth in second, was Vincent with 691 points. And not far behind, in third, was Peter, with 683 points.

“Shut the front door! Who was the joker spreading rumors about Mirabella’s English grade last week? She’s scored top of the class for crying out loud!”

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now he’s been dethroned by a single point? By a transfer student, no less? That’s some serious competition.”

and me, I heard Mirabella’s English really was in the gutter, and she got a right earful from her teacher. We all saw it go down.“,

me get this straight… she can bomb English and still come out on top? Does that mean she aced

the school put Mirabella in the last exam room. They knew she was special.”

all those folks who said she got in by pulling strings or cheated in the competitions feel

…

her gaze frozen on the bulletin board. The chill in her eyes could’ve frosted over the Sahara. Her hands were balled into fists at her sides. Again, it was Mirabella! Why did everything have to

okay?” Madeline asked, catching a glimpse of Summer’s dark expression after

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softened as she turned to Madeline, feigning nonchalance. “How’d you do

I only got 615. Dropped out of the top fifty. I’m freaking out about getting kicked out of Prodigy Class.”