In my mind this is my fate:
I walk in to class, and glance up at the clock to see that I am 30 minutes late once again. I ever so gracefully trip over someone’s chair and just barely catch myself before face planting. By now everyone is glaring at me for interrupting their productive test-taking day. I try to ignore them as I feel a blush creeping it’s way onto my already pink face.
Stumbling to the front of the class where my teacher sits (pretending not to troll Facebook) I ask him if it’s too late to take the test, and he stands up and starts screaming at me that I have failed the class and am to leave, then proceeds to push me out of the 80th story window. Now I know what you’re thinking, how unrealistic is that? 80th story, no school has that kind of airspace.
I later wake up in the hospital 14 days later to find I have been kicked out of school for not showing up consecutively. This is the moment where I realize I have failed at life. The end.