Without a word, Addie reached into her backpack and pulled out a thick, leather-bound folder. She slid it across the table toward Heather.
The following is a story inspired by the prompt of Addie and Heather’s school day interaction.
Addie looked up, her expression softening. She had spent the last week meticulously organizing her notes, color-coding each century and highlighting the key figures. She knew how much this grade meant to Heather, who was vying for a soccer scholarship and needed to keep her GPA up.
Addie smiled, tapping her temple. "I’ve rewritten them so many times that they’re basically etched into my brain. Besides, I have my flashcards at home. You need these more than I do right now."
Heather opened the folder, her eyes widening as she flipped through the pages. The handwriting was neat, the diagrams were clear, and Addie had even included a list of potential essay questions they had discussed in class.
