#Chapter 12 Third Place

Tessa’s POV I woke up early so I could make some finishing changes and revisions to my short story before I sent it in by the 10 am deadline. Ruby left her room, already fully dressed. “Good morning,” Ruby said with a smile. “Have you been up all night?” “No, I got a few hours of sleep. I just want this paper to be perfect,” I explained to her. This was the first time I had written so fluently in the process of creation. Stories like this had never come so effortlessly before. I was nervous about sending this in, but at the same time, I was also excited. Ruby grabbed a pop tart and sat at the kitchen table while I finished. “Did you already finish your paper?” I asked, peering over at her. “I submitted it last night,” she told me, but I could see the worried look on her face. “If I continued working on it, I would have ruined it. I just wanted to get it over with.” I thought about asking her what she wrote about, but I thought it might have been better if neither of us knew