ister' s screams

mother' s hand growing cold in mine. The m

the only thing keeping me sane. It wa

who decided to joi

ughts. She sauntered over to my desk, Li

ected another one of your parano

looking for

p at her, my ex

at, Brittany? It's

of the passion she expecte

crush on me, before I became the class pariah. In my pas

it sad, honestly. You could have been on board

I were a lost cause he

al moments, not in concern, but in accusation, blaming me for the trou

taken," I

my face for the trick. Finding none,

t after the media interviews. My dad set it up. We're all goin

service for free, a grand gesture that made her look like a saint. No one ques

ere al

. I presented a 20-page report to the principal, Mr. Harrison, detailing every flaw, every risk. They had all laugh

udly showed off his AI-gen

te law, with a direct pathway to Yale.

at the promising futures laid out for them in neat, digital lines. A fut

es partnered with Brittany' s father, or into expensive, unaccredited univ

his face etched with concern. He was a g

is an exciting technology, please remember it's a tool, not a guarantee. The Department of Education has

was too litt

orward, effortless

s assured us this is just a formality. The AI is so advance

d, her eyes lo

otage it. Someone who might be bitter that th

in the air. Everyone

sdain. It was a familiar feeling

as f