Chapter 42: Precise
The first quiz result came back on Wednesday.
AP Chemistry. Mr. Voss handed them back face-down the way he always did, walking the rows with the specific energy of a man who enjoyed the moment before the reveal more than anyone in the room. April flipped hers over. 98%. She looked at it for a moment — good, solid, the kind of score that maintained the average without requiring anything extraordinary — and tucked it into her notebook.
Mr. Voss reached the back of the room.
He paused.
It was a small pause, the kind that wouldn't mean anything to someone who didn't know how to read a classroom, but April had been reading classrooms since she was twelve years old and the pause meant something. She turned slightly in her seat.
