The Real Daughter Said I Copied Her？Oops, My Test Was Blank Chapter 04
“The original answer sheet has already been sealed and submitted to the College Board as evidence of cheating!”
Morrison’s eyes flickered.
It was obvious he’d planned this with Sophia—he couldn’t produce the original even if he wanted to.
“As for the system records—those are for teachers and guidance counselors. A student accused of cheating doesn’t get access! For all we know, you’d try to tamper with the data!”
He wasn’t about to waste any more breath on me. He turned to Patrick, his voice urgent:
“Mr. Walsh, this student has severely damaged Winslow’s reputation and academic integrity. She shows zero remorse and has even openly defied both her parents and school administration.”
“I formally recommend immediate expulsion, with a school-wide announcement—effective right now.”
“Expel her! Do it!” Patrick snapped.
“Keeping her here is a disgrace! She’s embarrassed this family enough!”
“Security! Where’s security?”
Patrick shouted toward the door.
“Get this shameless piece of trash out of here! And make sure she never sets foot on Winslow grounds again!”
The two campus security officers who’d been waiting at the door rushed in, storming toward me with threatening energy.
The hallway outside the office was packed with students who’d come to watch.
When they heard the word “expelled,” the crowd erupted into cheers and jeers.
“Finally! She’s gone!”
“Should’ve kicked this trash out ages ago!”
“Get out! Get out!”
Someone started it—balled-up pieces of paper flew into the office.
Then a half-eaten apple core hit my shoulder, leaving a wet stain on my blazer.
“Mess with Sophia? Go die!”
“Shameless cheater!”
The mob was in full swing.
I was like a rat on the street—everyone wanted to take a swing.
The security officer grabbed my arm roughly, his grip so tight it felt like he was trying to crush bone.
“Move! Get moving! Don’t just stand there!”
They shoved me forward. I stumbled a few steps, almost falling.
Sophia stood behind Eleanor, a faint smile curling at the corner of her mouth.
I looked at the sea of faces.
Sophia, basking in her victory.
And those two cold, heartless expressions.
Right then—something inside me burned through whatever was left of my restraint.
“Get off!”
I jerked my arm out of the officer’s grip.
“You all wanted proof, didn’t you? You all said I copied a perfect score?”
I lunged toward Principal Morrison’s desk—toward the computer that controlled the entire school’s PA system and every electronic display in the hallway.
Morrison’s face went white. “What are you doing?! Are you insane? Stop her!”
The officers charged at me again.
But I was faster.
“Then open your damn eyes and see for yourselves.”
I slammed my hand down on the Enter key.
The next second—
Every computer screen in the office, every display panel along the hallway that usually showed honor students and school announcements—all of them lit up at once.
The corridor that had been roaring like a football stadium went completely silent.
Everyone looked up, frozen, staring at the screens.
The SAT answer sheet scan appeared on every single display—
Blank.
All of it.
On the last page, in the answer section, there was a single drawing in black ink: a crooked, messy turtle.
And next to it, written in uneven capital letters:
WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT? NEVER SEEN A BLANK BEFORE?