Lyra

The girls rushed out of the test room like a pack of puppies let out to play. Some were huddled together, crying and sniffling. Others were practically skipping, with huge smiles on their faces. The noise was like a beehive that had been kicked over, a happy buzzing mixed with worried whimpers.

"I don't think I did well at all," one girl said to her friend.

"I know, right? I couldn't answer half of the questions," replied a petite blonde. "Even in the easy ...