Seven weeks. Seven lives. Seven stories.
Monday, 3:12pm. Jane's front lawn, Poplar Street.
Jane stands on the freshly cut grass, squinting at the mailbox, her arms crossed over her chest. The test scores are in there. She knows it. But she's frozen - she can't open the mailbox.
Jane's always known all the answers. So of course she already knows her score. She knows that in one day, with one single test, she ruined everything. And for the first time in her life, her future is a total void.