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GOOD GIRL, DON'T CHEAT
****School girls must be punished for cheating.****
⚠️ mature content
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⚠️ beware of explicit words 😅✌️
"Era Smith to the principal's office"
The sound of my name on the loud speaker jogged me from my daydream as I walked down the hall of my high school. I turned around to head for the principal's office. Why would he need to see me? I was a straight A student, never tardy, rarely absent. He must want me to volunteer for something, I thought as I entered the main office.
"Era Smith, I was called to the principal's office?" I said to the pinched, constipated-looking secretary behind the desk.
"Go on in, Mr. Tanveer is expecting you." Her tone was accusatory. She really needed to lighten up.
I walked into Mr. Tanveer's office to see him sitting behind his desk, doing something on the computer that I couldn't see. He looked up when I opened the door.
"Come in Era. Please sit down," He gestured to one of the chairs across from his desk. He turned away from the computer to face me as I sat down in the leather chair and crossed my legs. I smoothed my plaid uniform over my legs and rested my hands on my knee.
"We have a very serious problem here, Era," he leaned forward and folded his hands together.
It took me a moment to catch my breath. "What's wrong, Mr. Tanveer?" I fiddled nervously with my white knee sock, pulling it higher on my leg.
"Era, you've been accused of cheating on your English test."
I sucked in my breath and tried to breathe. "Mr. Tanveer, I would never cheat on a test! I'm a good student! I study very hard!"
"Well I'm afraid your exam matches another student's exactly. And it is up to me to decide who is guilty of cheating."
I opened my eyes wide and blinked to hold in the tears. "But Mr. Tanveer, it wasn't me! You have to believe me! If I have cheating on my record it could jeopardize my college scholarship next year!"
"I'm sorry Era, but I know how important grades are to you. It makes sense to me that the pressure could drive you to cheat. I'm afraid I'm going to have to call your parents." He reached for the phone.
"No, please, Mr. Tanveer! Please don't call them. I didn't cheat! My parents would be disappointed and I could lose my scholarship!" I felt a...
⚠️ mature content
⚠️ strictly prohibited for young readers
⚠️ beware of explicit words 😅✌️
"Era Smith to the principal's office"
The sound of my name on the loud speaker jogged me from my daydream as I walked down the hall of my high school. I turned around to head for the principal's office. Why would he need to see me? I was a straight A student, never tardy, rarely absent. He must want me to volunteer for something, I thought as I entered the main office.
"Era Smith, I was called to the principal's office?" I said to the pinched, constipated-looking secretary behind the desk.
"Go on in, Mr. Tanveer is expecting you." Her tone was accusatory. She really needed to lighten up.
I walked into Mr. Tanveer's office to see him sitting behind his desk, doing something on the computer that I couldn't see. He looked up when I opened the door.
"Come in Era. Please sit down," He gestured to one of the chairs across from his desk. He turned away from the computer to face me as I sat down in the leather chair and crossed my legs. I smoothed my plaid uniform over my legs and rested my hands on my knee.
"We have a very serious problem here, Era," he leaned forward and folded his hands together.
It took me a moment to catch my breath. "What's wrong, Mr. Tanveer?" I fiddled nervously with my white knee sock, pulling it higher on my leg.
"Era, you've been accused of cheating on your English test."
I sucked in my breath and tried to breathe. "Mr. Tanveer, I would never cheat on a test! I'm a good student! I study very hard!"
"Well I'm afraid your exam matches another student's exactly. And it is up to me to decide who is guilty of cheating."
I opened my eyes wide and blinked to hold in the tears. "But Mr. Tanveer, it wasn't me! You have to believe me! If I have cheating on my record it could jeopardize my college scholarship next year!"
"I'm sorry Era, but I know how important grades are to you. It makes sense to me that the pressure could drive you to cheat. I'm afraid I'm going to have to call your parents." He reached for the phone.
"No, please, Mr. Tanveer! Please don't call them. I didn't cheat! My parents would be disappointed and I could lose my scholarship!" I felt a...
