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smart beige skirt suit. She looked extremely professional , which was a stark contrast to the casually dressed students she was teaching, in particular Alex, who looked like she belonged in a nightclub rather than a classroom.
    Alex began to regret not at least changing her top. The sequins sparkled and called out to be noticed. A less shimmering top would have helped her to blend in more easily.
    “If you can all turn to page sixty-six of your textbooks,” the professor instructed.
    Alex and the other students all obliged , but as Alex scanned the page, she could feel the eyes of the professor settle upon her.
    “Miss Heron, since you are so accustomed to being late for my class, perhaps you can tell us the solution to problem 3B?”
    Problem 3B was conveniently about time, or rather the lack of it. It was a complex equation that centered around vortices and aircraft speed. Alex had previously studied the problem, as per the homework from the previous class. Thankfully, her gifted mind could easily solve the problem. She was grateful that her aptitude in mathematics gave her leeway to be late sometimes. She assumed the only reason she was kept on the course was because her grades remained steady. It was only her attendance that was a real issue.
    Alex looked back through the question, wanting to be certain of her answer.
    “The solution is to take time and distance, divide it against weight and speed, and you create a formula which should run five, seven, seven, eight, all in seconds. This is the only pattern you could release the aircraft in.”
    “The only pattern?” the professor asked incredulously.
    “Yes, Miss Dunne,” Alex confirmed. “That is the only pattern which would work as a sustainable solution.”
    Alex watched Miss Dunne’s reaction , which was pretty unreadable. Behind her designer glasses the professor appeared indifferent. She paused for a moment, absorbing Alex’s response, and then nodded in agreement.
    “Very good,” she commended Alex simply. “If only, Miss Heron, your own timekeeping was as accurate as your mathematical skills.”
    Some people sniggered at this, but Alex didn’t care. She’d got the answer right, which meant she was safe in her class, for now.
     
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    Alex didn’t return to her dorm room. She wasn’t ready to tackle the mountains of clothes that were growing across the floor. Instead, she went and sat down in the courtyard, the sun warming her bare arms.
    Ashley had texted suggesting they meet for lunch, so Alex only had half an hour or so to kill. Taking her notebook out of her backpack, she decided to write back to Mark. Lately she had found herself missing him more than ever. She longed for the stability she felt in his arms , and each time she saw Ashley in bed with someone, she felt a pang of loneliness.
     
    Dear Mark,
    I’m glad you haven’t forgotten about me. I certainly haven’t forgotten about you!
    While I’m loving being here at Princeton and finally being the real me , life is far from simple. I’m beginning to realize that life can never be simple, no matter who you are or what you’re running from.
    At Woodsdale I tried so hard to be the popular cheerleader that I think I’ve forgotten how to be the studious girl I once was. I’ve been partying a lot. A lot more than I’d let you believe because I don’t want you to think less of me. I just get caught up in the moment.
    And now I’m officially a member of Kappa Pi , which means more parties and social events. And as much as I’d like to say I’m above it all and only here for my education, I’d be lying as I’m loving it. I get to enjoy myself with others without worrying that they’ll disown me if they knew the truth about my past. No one here cares that my family lives in a trailer.
    I am making it all count , though, don’t worry. And while I’m not top of my class yet, I’m certain I will be by the end of the year! I promise to start applying myself more to my