#Chapter 165: Risk-taker

That evening, I sat in the library with my textbooks sprawled in front me. Aimee and Nicole were on the other side of my table. Aimee pointed out a key section of the text for me. Nicole highlighted it. I’d failed another practice test, but I’d done at least slightly better than my last attempt. Now, we were combing through the texts for the answers I had missed and those I had gotten right. “It doesn’t hurt to reinforce everything,” Aimee said. I wrote the correct answer to a missed question in my notebook and underlined it three times. I had to remember. To forget anything was to risk failing. I wasn’t taking those kinds of risks. The library stayed open twenty-four hours, but the vibe of the place shifted after nine at night. By then, the main librarians had all clocked out. The cleaning crew came in, and though they tried to be quiet, they didn’t care if the students were. Since Aimee, Nicole, and I were the only students there, no one said a word when we began t