Lyra

I raced between that tables in the auditorium, my pulse so high my veins itched. The timer had started, and I only had one minute to find my seat. I scanned the numbers on the chairs, my eyes darting back and forth.

"Eleven, twenty, sixteen" I muttered under my breath, weaving through the rows. "Where's thirty? Come on, come on!"

Dread constricted my heart and tripped up my feet. My palms were slick with sweat, and I wiped them on my jeans.

Again, I went down a ...