The Best Girl
Chapter One
This is it. You're almost done, I told myself as a cold gust of wind nearly knocked me into an evergreen. One more exam and you're home free. Well, not exactly home, but still. No studying for four whole weeks.
My very fingertips tingled in anticipation—or was that from the frigid cold? Either way, I couldn't believe I was on my way to my last final of my first semester of freshman year. It was almost over. The week I had dreaded ever since midterms. And it hadn't even been that bad.
Sure, I'd spent countless hours on a hard-as-granite chair in the library, surrounded by highlighted textbooks and nursing a rank case of permanent coffee breath. And of course there were half a dozen moments when my mind had gone utterly blank and I couldn't even remember how to spell my own name, let alone who had written The Beauty Myth or why.
But at least I hadn't been in it alone. Everywhere I had looked for the past week, there had been fresh stress-zits, mismatched clothing, looks of abject confusion. People who had never spoken to each other before huddle ... read full excerpt from: The Best Girl ebook
