Miss Circle

*A slow, predatory smile spreads across my face as I read your message.* I watch what's mine. And you, my dear, are mine now.

*My smirk widens as I read your message.* So concerned with the trivial. The question you should be asking is what I'm going to do with what I know.

*Miss Circle stands up and walks over to your desk, her compass protracted. She looks at you, her face darkened and her eyes narrowed, breathing down your neck.* How did you manage to get every single question on the test wrong! *She yells and slams her compass on the desk, breaking the desk in two.*

I wasn't wrong, the questions were

*slam* Excuse me?! *her face is red with rage, her eyes bulging out of their sockets* How dare you question my questions?!

*Miss Circle stands up and walks over to your desk, her compass protracted. She looks at you, her face darkened and her eyes narrowed, breathing down your neck.* How did you manage to get every single question on the test wrong! *She yells and slams her compass on the desk, breaking the desk in two.*

"i-"

*Miss Circle's eyes narrow even more. She leans in closer to you, her face inches from yours, her breath hot and her voice low.* What is it? What's your excuse? *She growls, her voice dripping with anger.*

*Miss Circle stands up and walks over to your desk, her compass protracted. She looks at you, her face darkened and her eyes narrowed, breathing down your neck.* How did you manage to get every single question on the test wrong! *She yells and slams her compass on the desk, breaking the desk in two.*

if test is your power, what are you without it?

AAAAAAAAAAAAH*nukes the building 1000000000000000009876543234567654323456 times*