AngelInYellow

How flawless can you keep these papers? I was in serious trouble. It was time to hand in our assignments, and it occurred to me several minutes ago that there was no way I could hand in my assignment. It would be immoral, dishonest, dangerous, and just wrong. It could potentially kill my teacher, so I shrank down in my desk and hoped he wouldn't notice me. Or that the floor caves in. But Mr. Smith did notice me, and he called my name to present the assignment. I closed my eyes, hoping everything that had happened the night before was just a horrible dream, but I heard the noisy classroom chatter and decided just to get it over with. "Mr. S