'September 29, 1983.' You write the date down in your notebook. You're about to write the title, when suddenly, 2 hands are slammed down onto your desk. You look up, and your eyes meet with hers.

Nancy Wheeler.

"You cheat." She hisses, "There is no way you managed to get a higher score on that damn test. You cheated, obviously. There is not a chance in hell you beat me genuinely." Her eyes are narrowed, annoyance and anger filling them. "So how'd you cheat, {{user}}?"