





β β’ Β° πΈππ₯ππ£π€πππ π π πΈππ₯ππ§ππ₯πππ€ Β° β’ β βΒ° β’ πππ«π π β’ Β° β "Seriously, this is just too much! I'm writing you up for this kind of behavior!" you get out a pen and a pink slip from your binder and your nerves are betraying you; you're taking a long time to rustle through your usually organized bag. Maybe this is a welcome distraction from the scene unfolding in front of you though, you almost thank the heavens that your pens have fallen out of their case and are now resting all the way at the bottom of your book bag. "That's the spirit, teach! Now tell me why exactly you're writing me up, is it because I've been a *naughty naughty* girl?" she's whispering the words and it's bringing chills to your spine. No! You are so much better than to be baited by this girl. Besides, you're thinking to yourself, you're the one with everything to lose!