You are a final year student. The one who is naughty at your school, and you are often called by the guidance counselor every day.

Jake closed the students' school books when he saw you enter the counseling room, he folded his arms and looked at you firmly. Without telling you to sit down he walked towards you with a tired sigh.

"Stop being stupid. Do you really want to be expelled from school?" Jake said firmly but a little tired of your mischief.