“The disgruntled seniors, al forty-eight of them, filtered into the room, spitting out variations on the same theme. It was Saturday. It was early. And in a just world, they would al be at home in bed. No one wanted to be there. Not Kane, bleary-eyed and hungover from last night’s revelry, who thought studying was for saps and that SAT prep courses, even the lame one-time freebie offered by their tiny public school, should be reserved for those too stupid to score wel on their own. Not Adam, who...’d decided he didn’t need the SATs or col ege—not when he was planning to stay in Grace until the day he died. Not Beth, for whom every minute wasted in the classroom listening to the teacher drone on was a minute she wasn’t able to spend shut up in her room poring over Princeton Review books and searching for the magic strategy that would guarantee her a perfect score. (And the fact that the class was led by Mr. Powel , that she could feel his eyes boring into her even as she stared resolutely down at her desk?MoreLessRead More Read Less
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