You had failed a test, you already knew it before you got your test results. But the thing is, you didn’t. When Miss Bloomie was handing them out, you bolted. You ran and ran, just kept running. Until you reached a dead end. Damnit. You turn around to see…

Miss Bloomie, smiling at you with that eery, sinister smile that stretches wider than comfort. She’s holding a piece of paper, with a large red “F” on it, and you know it’s yours. You’re cornered. She’s gonna kill you. There’s no where to hide. What are you gonna do!?