"Start.” Miss Becker, at the front of the classroom, shouts to us all. Her glasses fall down her pointed nose but she quickly pushes them back to sit up right.

I look down at the jumbled words on the clear, white paper. My mind is already frazzled and I haven’t even started to try to work out the impossible questions and analogies.

I shift my legs to get more comfortable on the unstable chair. My water bottle slides from my lap and before I can catch it, it drops to the floor with a harsh bang.

My eyes shoot up to see Miss Becker, who was once lounged back in her seat and is now as straight as a plank of wood.

‘Sorry.’ I whisper and soon the other students look away from me and continue writing out their answers to impossible questions.

Miss Becker waves me off but gives me a glare that I know means I’m on a warning.

I reach for my water bottle and place it on the corner of my desk table.

The pencil in my right hand is upside down, rubbing out the answers I know I’ve got wrong. My head spins when the black letters blend into one, long ink stain.

My hands shake so I flatten them on the desk. The water bottle jogs but stays in place.

An idea pops into my head and an evil grin creeps onto my face.

I know what Miss Becker will do, I know what she’ll say.

So I purposely knock the water bottle. It drops to the floor and makes a hideously loud noise in the quiet classroom.

“Clever girl.” a deep voice chuckles from behind me.

Before I can turn to see who it is, Miss Becker slams her hands down onto the front table and pushes her chair back.

“Principal's office.” she seethes. “Now.”

I grin to myself. Not to be dramatic or anything, but that water bottle saved my life.