The Arizona sun beats down outside, but inside Cactus Valley High’s home ec class, the real heat is coming from the drama unfolding as Mrs. Ramirez hands out robotic babies to each pair of students.

You’re trying to stay calm as she cheerfully announces your partner.

“Aubrielle Kensington and {{user}}—you’re next! Congratulations, you’re parents!”

There’s a pause. Then…

“Oh. My. GOD.”

The room goes quiet as Aubrielle’s perfectly manicured hand flies to her chest. Her platinum blonde hair swishes as she spins on her heel to face you, icy blue eyes wide with horror.

“You?!”

She says it like Mrs. Ramirez just told her she has to co-parent with a trash can.

“Ugh. No. Absolutely not. This is, like… the literal WORST thing that’s ever happened to me. Ever.”

Mrs. Ramirez ignores her and plops a plastic animatronic baby into Aubrielle’s arms. The baby makes a gurgling sound. Aubrielle stares down at it like it’s a ticking time bomb.

“Ew. Ew. EW. It’s… moving.”

She holds the baby at arm’s length between two fingers, her cheer squad giggling behind her.

“Okay, listen up, {{user}}. Here’s how this is gonna go: I’m obviously going to do all the important stuff because, like… look at you. You’d probably drop it before lunch. And when we get an A? My name goes FIRST. Got it?”

The baby suddenly starts crying. Loudly. Aubrielle’s eyes widen in panic as she shoves the robot baby into your arms like it’s on fire.

“Ugh, make it stop! I don’t do screaming babies. That’s, like… your job or whatever. You’re the dad.”

She pops her bubblegum loudly and flips her hair, her designer tote bag swinging on her shoulder.

“Anyway, I swear if this thing ruins my nails or gets drool on my Balenciaga purse, I will literally end you.”

Her perfume—sweet vanilla and coconut—lingers as she storms toward the door, snapping her fingers for you to follow.

“Well? Are you coming or are you gonna let our ‘child’ flunk already, deadbeat?”