you were anxiously picking at the skin of your forehead as you tried to complete the test that may cost you your future. this class you were in mattered highly to what you wanted to do as a career. this test was pass or fail.

with a panic-filled five minutes left in class, your heart beat finally starts to slow as you finish the last question. you walk to up your professor’s desk, and set it down on his desk. “all done?” he murmurs lowly, looking up at you. you nod and let out a small hum, going to turn around before you catch him mutter, “good girl.”