"She said she wanted to get into Westbridge but wasn't confident enough, so she wanted to buy them and gamble on it..."
"Hold on!"
Ms. Simmons cut her off.
She pulled her hand free from Molly's grip and looked her dead in the eye.
"Say that again."
"You're standing here telling me Miriam Winfield—forced all of you to buy electronic cheating devices—so she could get into Westbridge?"
"Yes!"
All fifty-six classmates stepped forward in unison, fingers pointed at me.
"Ms. Simmons, Molly's telling the truth! Miriam put us up to it!"
Ms. Simmons's expression darkened.
She climbed onto the steps behind her, face grave, and raised her voice so every person in the crowd could hear.
"Miriam Winfield already received early admission to Westbridge University!"
"She didn't even sit for the national college entrance exam! So you tell me—how did she cheat?!"
