Mr. Peterson, my high school guidance counselor, called me into his office, his face holding a rare, wide smile.
"Sarah," he started, his voice warm, "I have some incredible news. Northwood University just contacted us."
He paused for effect, "You've been awarded the Chancellor's Merit Scholarship. It's unconditional, full ride, based on your academic record and that national science fair win last year."
My breath caught, relief and disbelief washing over me. "Unconditional? So, the Presidential Scholarship Exam...?"
  "Irrelevant for your admission, Sarah," he confirmed, beaming. "You're in. Congratulations."
I walked out of his office in a daze, the weight of the upcoming exam suddenly lifted. I wouldn't have to face that pressure cooker again.
I decided then, I' d still go, but I' d submit blank papers. There was no need to prove anything anymore.
The news spread fast in our small school.
Too fast.
As I headed to my locker, Tiffany Hayes, the school's queen bee, blocked my path. Her usually perfect face was twisted in a sneer.
"Well, well, Sarah Miller," she spat, her voice dripping venom. "Heard you scammed your way into another scholarship."
I flinched. "What are you talking about, Tiffany? This was based on my record."
"Oh, please," she scoffed, shoving my shoulder lightly. "You always have a trick up your sleeve, don't you? Just like with the Presidential Scholarship. You think everyone forgot how you tried to cheat then?"
Her words hit me, a cold echo of a past I was desperately trying to escape.