Ava Miller sat at the SAT testing center.
She pulled out a pack of brightly colored gel pens.
Not the required No. 2 pencils.
The proctor, a tired-looking woman, walked over.
"Miss, you know you can't use those pens."
"It'll likely invalidate your test."
Ava looked up, a small, almost careless smile on her face.
"It's fine. My Yale scholarship is already secure."
She shrugged. "Just trying something out."
The proctor frowned but moved on.
Across the room, Scarlett Hayes watched.
Her eyes, usually bright with queen-bee confidence, were narrow with unease.
Scarlett, captain of the cheerleading squad, the school's "It Girl," desperately needed good scores.
Ava' s casual defiance made her nervous.
Ava knew Scarlett was watching.
She knew exactly what Scarlett was thinking.
Because this had all happened before.