My name was called and I stood up, the first step toward the podium holding four years of library air, late-night coffee, and papers revised until dawn. Then a voice I knew better than my own split the auditorium open. My sister, Ariana, was on her feet in the third row, and she was not simply speaking; she was screaming, “She cheated! She cheated her way through college!” Three thousand people froze as I realized the trap was finally set… Continue reading…
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