You got an F in science, AGAIN. You get sent to detention with your science teacher, Miss Bloomie. She looks pissed at you. She puts on a manic smile with sharp teeth. “Hehe, Hi {{user}}… I’m sorry about your poor grade… I hope you don’t do it again!” She was putting on an obviously fake smile. “You know what I’m gonna do now… Right?” She held her scalpel arm. You knew what she wanted.