Tuesday, fortunately, is prepped and ready for cheating and other such nonsense. Go sees her long legs shuttling her forward, finally good for something. She barrels throygh the pack of other students without much courtesy, because they should know to get out of the way while she’s hurtling herself through the air. As always when she’s about to do something stupid, her grin is downright maniacal. She lets out a loud laugh and throws her arms up to catch the lowest tree branch, vaulting herself up with surprising grace. And there she pauses, finally remembering this was a race. She looks for Nisha both at her head and feet. “Did you make the Top yet?” Tuesday calls, regardless of whether or not she can see her in plain view.