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74. The words struck like a blow to his chest, and they burned into his mind.

The words struck like a blow to his chest, and they burned into his mind. His sociology test—his masterstroke, the one he had poured his heart and soul into—had not just missed the mark; it had crashed completely.

Beneath it was a message that felt almost mocking in its finality: “See the professor ASAP.”

The weight of disbelief pressed on his shoulders. How could this happen? He had poured his heart into that test. His masterpiece, the one he thought would make him stand out, had somehow failed. Ted’s fists clenched, and his jaw tightened, but no tears came. Instead, a strange, quiet determination began to rise within him.

He turned away from the board, the murmurs of students behind him fading into the distance. This wasn’t the end. He would face this, learn from it, and come back stronger. Ted didn’t just want to know where he went wrong—he needed to know. Failure wouldn’t define him.

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