Chapter 9
After telling Marvin not to follow my lead, I settled into the rocking chair on the porch, lost in thought.
The rural night sky was pristine, stars twinkling like tiny beacons, guiding lost souls through the dark.
Just then, Miranda came over, cradling half a watermelon in her
arms.
“What’s on your mind, Keira? You look a million miles away.”
I hesitated, glancing at her warm smile, and finally managed to say, “Grandma…”
She noticed my unease, chuckling as she waved a hand fan in my direction.
“Come on, you can’t hide anything from me. Spill it. What’s been bothering you lately?”
My voice dropped, thick with emotion. “Grandma, I don’t understand why my ideas keep getting snatched away.
“And the worst part? That person twists everything to make me look bad.
“It’s like she’s in my head, anticipating my thoughts. It’s just…
it’s like…”
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Miranda paused, deep in thought, then quickly interjected, “It’s like she knows what you’re thinking before you do?”
I nodded vigorously.
She sighed, gently ruffling my hair.
“I had a feeling something was off from the moment you came back, especially with how Good Luck reacted…
“Alright, Keira, you need to take it easy for a few days. Don’t think about any of this. I’ll go find some experts who can help.”
I tilted my head, curious. “Experts who can help?”
For the next three days, I stayed busy at Miranda’s house.
With my grades always at the top and graduation looming, my teacher had generously granted me leave and reminded me to prepare a speech for the outstanding graduates at the ceremony.
Meanwhile, Miranda and my dad ventured to a nearby village to seek out a man known as Ryan Watson.
I pushed thoughts of plagiarism and coding out of my mind, allowing myself to relax completely.
I focused on trivial matters, like whether to have cabbage or lettuce for dinner or how to cook ripe cucumbers for the best
flavor.
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Life felt simple yet fulfilling, and Miranda called to say she’d be back home the next day.
Seven days flew by, and soon, it was time to submit our competition
entries.
Just then, I received a call from an unfamiliar number. It was Logan on the other end, sounding frantic.
“Where have you been? You’ve been MIA! You need to check your phone right now! We need your help with this bug ASAP! Megan is itching to submit her work, so hurry!”
I took my time, casually picking up my phone and opening the status
page.
But this time, my notifications were flooded with complaints from classmates in the department.
It turned out that the bug I had planted was finally causing chaos.
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