You hate the catch in your voice, though you're inwardly pleased at how the Vances' expressions show that you've managed to annoy the overprivileged pair.
Dean Mean lets an uncomfortable silence fill the room. You look away, your eyes alighting on the pretentious photo of the dean with the university president, the state's governor, and other bigwig politicos. After an eternity, he points to an unpadded wooden chair. "Sit down, Lokua Sale."
You do.
You're about to open your mouth when the dean's next words pummel you. "You stroll in here forty minutes late after having the audacity to ask for a passing grade! You were caught red-handed turning in your classmate's work as your own." He gestures to your enemy, who smirks at you. "Lokua Sale, you've committed a grave violation of our academic code of conduct. What do you have to say for yourself?"
He's wrong! His unfair accusation unleashes a storm of indignation within you.
Shake my head. I'd never have the nerve to plagiarize, even if I wanted to.
Go poker-faced. I used to cheat, but I don't risk it anymore.
Scowl. I didn't cheat this time. Anyway, all my classmates cheat.
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