TAKEN

SLOANE’S POINT OF VIEW. EXACTLY THREE WEEKS LATER. I released a sigh of relief, in hopes of calming my racing nerves as I patted my hands over my school’s skirt. For some weird reason, I’d been having a strange sense that something would go horribly wrong today. I’d had the strange feeling for hours, even as I studied for today’s final papers. I had the perfect GPA to choose any college I wanted, and apply for any scholarship…. Oh wait. I chuckled nervously, a reminder hitting me right in the heart that I didn’t have to do scholarships anymore…I didn’t have to worry about money or if I would ever have a shot at something meant for either the rich, highly connected, or the most talented. I actually had a shot at a better life, and without having to break my back for it, just so I could meet up with the ridiculous standards they had for me. “Why are you pacing?” Lucien asked, his voice lazy as he lay on the bench in his special wing of the school. “It’s finals, Lucien,” I said, still pac