A Life Beyond Limits novel Chapter 7

This score was unprecedented. No one in Seaton High School's history had ever scored that high. Seeing Albert's stunned expression, Jack felt a pang of guilty pleasure.

But Jack didn't want to lie, so he gently said, "It's probably higher."

With Albert still in shock, Jack packed up his things.

"See you," he said softly, then waved and walked out.

After Jack left, Marcus walked into the classroom with a glass of water. He found Albert standing at the back of the room, just staring blankly, in a daze.

"Albert, what's wrong? You look a bit out of it," Marcus said.

"M-Marcus, that new student in your class… Do you know what he thinks he's scored?" he asked, his voice shaky.

"How much?" Marcus asked, curious.

"He said… it's at least 680 points!" Albert exclaimed, gesturing dramatically.

Hearing that score, Marcus's hand trembled, making his glass slip out of his hand and crash to the floor.

"That's… That's not funny," he stammered, his voice wavering.

Albert shook his head firmly, looking completely serious.

Marcus thought Albert had to be joking, but his serious expression told him otherwise. Besides, Albert was about to retire, so he wouldn't joke about something like this.

Jack walked out of the school into the blazing sun, where waves of heat hit him like a furnace. But his mood was as bright as the sun. He hopped onto the bus with light steps and a heart full of delight and anticipation.

When he got home, he spotted three figures walking toward him. It was Wesley, Eddie, and Feena, who'd clearly just finished comparing answers and were heading back together.

"Jack, what do you think you scored?" Wesley asked, curious.

Jack gave a small smile. "A little better than usual," he said casually.

Jack wasn't about to reveal his score. It was best to keep things to himself for now, as there were too many unknowns.

Eddie gently patted Jack on the shoulder. "Keep your head up. You've got a good chance of getting into a decent college," he said.

Feena shot Jack a sideways glance, a faint smile playing on her lips. "You all carry on. I've got a music lesson with Mr. Cannon tonight," she said.

Recently, the song "Time" had gained immense popularity online, especially among students. The beautiful melody and brilliant lyrics had earned rave reviews. Even Donald was impressed, predicting that the songwriter would become well-known across the country.

Feena had been learning this song from Donald lately. The lyrics and composition were amazing, and there was so much to learn.

The only thing holding it back was the recording quality. It sounded like they hadn't had access to professional equipment. But it would have been incredible if they'd recorded it in a studio.