Room 314 and the Graduation Tickets for Hannah Morgan
The audience rose to its feet.
Rachel stood up immediately, beaming.
I pressed my boots firmly into the wooden floorboards.
I had proved my biological parents wrong about me being average.
I was finishing first in my class at a prestigious academy, and my total privacy was gone forever.
I didn’t look at the front row.
I didn’t look at the other cadets.
I looked over the heads of the standing crowd, straight to the very back row under the balcony overhang.