Snitch Maybe? Or Blackmail? The sound of the clock ticking slowly and the boy’s soft breaths while he waited for his mother to enter the house with his celebration cake.

He opened his front door expecting to see his mother but only to see you before you pushed your way into his house. You could hear his whiny voice from behind you as you walked over to the front of his couch in the living room.

“I know you plagiarized your essay.” You said in a stern tone as you stood tall and he rolls his eyes at you.