chapter 2
After receiving Ellen's threatening text message, I took several deep breaths to calm myself and immediately went online to search for ways to counter the so-called mind-reading.
Some say to maintain physical distance. I remembered during exams, we werent in the same classroom. Others mentioned that certain personal items might be the medium.
I suddenly remembered that Ellen had given small gifts to the whole class before. I also received a teddy bear hair clip and a cheap plastic bracelet.
I thought, "These two items are probably problematic."
I grabbed a hammer and smashed the bracelet and hair clip to pieces with all my strength. After that, I thought to myself, "This time, she shouldn't be able to succeed again."
The next day, I arrived early at the SAT test center, just like in my past life. Ellen saw me and immediately came over with a big smile, pretending to be close as she wrapped her arm around mine. Her tone, however, was chilling like a demon, "Shirley, you got that message yesterday, right?"
My heart tightened, and every hair on my body stood on end. She patted my face and said in a fake encouraging tone, "Shirley, you better do well. If you don't, how am I supposed to get into Harvard?"
She walked away laughing, while my nails nearly dug into my palms.
SAT
I thought, "The things Ellen gave me were smashed by me. This time, she shouldn't be able to write the same answers as me, right?"
The morning exam ended, and as expected, the classmates gathered to check answers again. Listening to the multiple-choice answers they shared, I kept a calm face but was overjoyed inside because my answers matched the standard ones perfectly!
I thought, "This way, I can not only score 1500 but might even get close to a perfect score. Then I can get into Harvard and earn a scholarship to help pay for my parents' medical treatment."
Just as I was about to leave, Ellen suddenly grabbed my shoulder and said with a smile, "Shirley, you did great this time, got all the multiple-choice questions right. But your essay isn't good. Who still uses Shakespeare's quotes as material these days? That's so outdated."
Hearing this, goosebumps covered my body, and a cold sweat slowly slid down my forehead.
I thought, "Why? How does she still know all my answers, even that I used Shakespeare's quotes in my essay? This time, my essay content was completely different, and the material was entirely new!"
I asked with a trembling voice, "How do you know that?"
Ellen replied, "I already told you, I can read minds."
She laughed loudly as she left, each laugh feeling like an insult to me.