#Chapter 179: He’s Watching

The next morning, I dedicated entirely to my studies. I had finally made it through the entirety of one of my textbooks. Tabs and highlights marred every single page. Though I surely didn’t remember everything I had read, I felt confident in my general level of knowledge on the subject. The practice test reflected that, and for the first time I passed, albeit with the lowest possible passing grade. But passing was passing and I felt victorious. There were other books to memorize and other practice tests to take, but my confidence had never flown so high. Later in the afternoon, I set my books aside and dressed in warmer clothes, getting ready for Lamar’s soccer game. I wore long pants and a cardigan, but worried it would only get colder, I grabbed the softest looking sweatshirt I could from my closet and slipped it on. Then I walked to the stadium. The crowd wasn’t as large as it had been for the football game, but the student section was just as rowdy and boisterous. In fact