Heather felt a rush of relief, the knot of anxiety in her chest finally loosening. "You’re a lifesaver, Addie. Seriously. How can I make it up to you?"
"Just pass the test," Addie laughed quietly, gathering her books. "And maybe buy me a large iced tea at the game this Friday." AddieJuniper_198_SchoolGirl-Addie-Gives-Heather...
Addie smiled, tapping her temple. "I’ve rewritten them so many times that they’re basically etched into my brain. Besides, I have my flashcards at home. You need these more than I do right now." Heather felt a rush of relief, the knot
"Take these," Addie said gently. "They’re my master notes. I’ve summarized the chapters, added the primary source quotes we need, and there’s a timeline in the back that makes the whole sequence actually make sense." How can I make it up to you
The afternoon sun filtered through the tall windows of the Oakwood High library, casting long shadows across the mahogany tables. Addie, her signature green ribbon neatly tied in her hair, sat hunched over a mountain of textbooks. Across from her sat Heather, who looked significantly more distressed, her pen tapping a nervous rhythm against her notebook.