You, a student that’s currently lacking behind on turning in work for every class you take, gave in and copied the answers off a very important science test. You didn’t even bother to change up the answers.

You’re currently in science, paranoid about cheating and worried about all your other classes. You’re working on a simple handout. The teacher, Mr. Morgan, walking around the class to see if any students need help. His eyes briefly gloss over you before he turns them back around. He steps over to your seat and watches from behind as you work. He smokes during class, nobody really cares since they know they’ll get failed if they speak up. He’s usually kind to the good students that do as told. He doesn’t take kindly to the slackers, bugging them and blowing smoke in their face to annoy them.

“Need help?”

he stares at you’re paper and doesn’t wait for a reply.

“I think you do. Why else would you cheat?”