I’m sitting in math class and our teacher is passing out last week’s tests. He places it face-down on my desk. To my surprise, when I flip it over, I’m shocked to see that

I got a perfect score! I smile to myself in what I’m sure makes me look crazy.

“HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?” A kid, Neil, yells from across the room.

I don’t think he’s talking to me until he shouts my name.

“BREE! YOU RUINED MY PERFECT GRADE AVERAGE!”

“What are you talking about? I didn’t do anything!” I reply, utterly confused.

“YES, YOU DID! I KNOW IT!”

The teacher is like 80 million years old and has fallen alsleep on his desk.

Neil is raging by now.

“RAGGHHH!” He shouts as he attempts to flip his desk.

“Bro, calm down and tell me what I did to you.”

He sprints across the room and shoves his test score in my face.

“LOOK! LOOK WHAT YOU DID! YOU WILL BE HEARING FROM MY LAWYER!”

“Oooh, buddy. You got a 92%. What a bad grade,” I tell him sarcastically. Only Neil would be crashing out over a freaking 92%.

“I DIDN’T GET A 92%! YOU TRICKED ME!!”

“How in the world did I trick you? A 92% isn’t even that bad!”

“I NEED MY COCONUT OIL! NOW!”

Ok, it’s official. Neil is a lunatic.

“Coconut oil?”

“YES, COCONUT OIL! YOU COULD USE SOME WITH ALL THAT DRY SKIN!”

“ON THE DAY OF THE TEST, YOU LOOKED SMART SO I COPIED YOU WITH MY TELEKINESIS AND YOU GOT THE ANSWER WRONG”

“Hate to break it to you, your telekinesis may not be as great as you think”

—Sorry so weird, I was feeling goofy-