The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 148

The weekend had zipped by in a blur, and before anyone knew it, Monday rolled around with all the subtlety of a freight train.

At the break of dawn, the school bulletin board was swamped with students eager to see the results of last week's exams. The monthly assessment had been notoriously tough. It was a ten on the difficulty scale. The heads-up for the tests came out of nowhere, so scores across the board had taken a nosedive.

But that was old news. The real buzz was Mirabella from The Advanced Class. Rumors had been swirling about her dismal performance in English, of all things.

Around the bulletin board, a crowd had gathered thick as thieves, all jostling for a peek at the rankings. But when the top name came into view, a collective gasp cut through the morning air.

In first place, with a whopping 692 points, was none other than Mirabella. Trailing by a hair's breadth in second, was Vincent with 691 points. And not far behind, in third, was Peter, with 683 points.

"Shut the front door! Who was the joker spreading rumors about Mirabella's English grade last week? She's scored top of the class for crying out loud!"

"Seriously, who's the sour grape that spread that nonsense? Jealous much?"

"Vincent's been king of the hill for two years running, and now he's been dethroned by a single point? By a transfer student, no less? That's some serious competition."

"Between you and me, I heard Mirabella's English really was in the gutter, and she got a right earful from her teacher. We all saw it go down."

"So let me get this straight... she can bomb English and still come out on top? Does that mean she aced everything else?"

"Suddenly, it makes sense why the school put Mirabella in the last exam room. They knew she was special."

Madeline hesitated, convinced she'd just seen a glimpse of something unnerving in Summer's eyes. "Oh, it was brutal. I only got 615. Dropped out of the top fifty. I'm freaking out about getting kicked out of Prodigy Class."

Summer offered a half-hearted comfort. "That won't happen."

"Fingers crossed!" Madeline glanced at the name at the top of the list again, wisely choosing not to mention Mirabella in front of Summer. "You're still doing great, though. You scored 670. That's nearly twenty points up from last semester."

Madeline was at a loss for words. She had been ready to see Mirabella fall flat, expecting to relish in her downfall. But the tables had turned.

Summer's lips twisted in a fleeting sneer. What did it matter if she'd improved by twenty points? In comparison to Mirabella, it was like she hadn't moved an inch.