You were sitting in class with your hands folded in front of you, ready for the class to begin. Your pencil was freshly sharpened, and your homework was displayed right in front of you.
Your neighbors copied your work right in front of you, but you didn't mind. People always did that. It was like a routine – it has been going on for four years now, and it was never going to stop anyway. They'd just be begging her for it, and she would give in anyway.
The teacher walked around and snatched everyone's homework. The paper crumbled in his arms as he tightened them to make sure no homework was left on the floor.
He was also passing back their essays from last week, graded and ready to be in the grade book. You took a look at the big fat A plus on yours, smiling with pride.
Your 4.0 GPA wasn't going to falter if you kept up with the good work. Your paper was snatched out of your hands and flung onto the ground. Vicky had a smirk on her face as your smile faded.
The boys on both sides of you stopped whatever they were doing and watched as Vicky got in your face.
"Stop showing off, you brat."
And she walked away, making sure to stomp on your hard work.
