Summer brushed a stray lock of hair from her cheek. Her eyshes cast a delicate shadow over her serene <b>expression</b>. With a gentle <b>smile</b><b>, </b>she murmured, “I’ll do my best.”
“With your grades, you’ve got this in the bag!” Madeline chimed in, never missing an opportunity to sing her praises.
Summer’s face remained impassive. “Thepetition’s fierce this time. We’re talking about national whiz kids from all corners of the country.”
“But you’ve got nothing to worry about,” Madeline reassured her, “Parkside High School is top–liur nationally, and it we’re talking about academic gods, you’re the real <b>deal</b>.”
Madeline winked and paused for dramatic effect before adding with a grin. “And look at <b>you</b>, the darling of Superstar Camp. If you snag a state or national ranking now, <b>Just </b>imagine the followers you’ll rake in!”
Summer’s double life as a Parkside High School schr and a budding talent had been well–marketed by her agency, Half her fanbase were students who idolized her.
<b>Imagine </b>someone who’s not only gorgeous and kind–hearted but can also sing, dance, and ace the BrainSpark Nationals<b>. </b>She was the epitome of a perfect girl in the <b>eyes </b>of many!
She radiated the youthful positivity, that made her a surefire blueprint for a school’s poster child.
“Mirabe, thatme girl, she’s going to embarrass hersell without any doubt,” Madeline scoffed, already envisioning the scene.
Summer just smiled at thement, choosing not to add anything more,
The final bell rang. Mirabe and Jenna hadn’t even left the school grounds when they spotted Summer, d in Sunsses, seemingly waiting for someone nearby.
Jenna’s gossip radar went oll. As they <b>walked</b>, she whispered to Mirabe, “See the girl at the gate with sunsses?” Mirabe nced over. “Yeah?”
“That’s Summer, our school’s celebrity sweetheart from Superstar Camp. You must’ve seen the show, right? She’s the <b>fan </b>favorite.”
Mirabe turned to Jenna with a raised eyebrow. “Are you <b>one </b>of her <b>fans</b>?”
Jenna shrugged and shook her head, “Not at all. Don’t you think she’s a bit too… <b>fake</b>? Like she’s trying too hard to be something she’s not. You know what I mean?”
Mirabe hummed nomittally but then added after a pause, “I don’t watch TV shows.”
Jenna’s eyes widened. “Holy cow, where <b>have </b><b>you </b>been <b>living</b>, in the countryside? How can you not watch TV shows?” A sly smile yed on Mirabe’s lips as she asked<b>, </b>“Does watching TV shows boost your grades?”
Jenna was stumped by the question, unable to muster a response.
“And don’t knock the countryside. It might just produce <b>a </b>lionhearted champion,” Mirabe added with an enigmatic
tone.
Jenna <b>touched </b>her nose, feeling suddenly out of sync in the conversation.
As they passed Summer, Mirabe barely nced her way. She was tall and had a backpack casually slung over one shoulder. Her cool detached demeanor radiated a boldness that could outshine <b>any </b>boy’s bravado.
From behind her sunsses. Summer’s gaze darkened for just a moment before she called out, “Mirabe, Emmitt’s picking me up today. Let’s walk out together,”
At Summer’s invitation. Jenna’s eyes <b>sparkled </b>with intrigue. The school’s star was talking to Mirabe<b>, </b>and mentioning
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