>Be or not to be
>You are about to receive your mark in your literature class 301
>Fuck yeah, you're awesome
>But girls don't think like that
>Doesn't matter, it’s your choice to be a wizard
>Who are you trying to lie to... Magic has chosen you, you can see that in every mirror
>Still, you are sitting in almost empty class
>Only couple other wizards- er, students, are here with you
>Professor Sombra opens the door and comes into the class just as the rings bell
>"Hey class," he said sitting next to his desk
>"Hi prof," someone of you says
>Yeah, there is a rather light mood here, but not today
>The year is about to end and you're nervous
>You really need to pass, and to pass you have to write a short story about... some stupid school drama
>Who cares
>"I have a very good news for you, kids," everyone is listening, "All of you passed."
>His voice was like a joy for your ears
"Yeah!"
>"Yeah!"
>Sombra stares at you saying, "Except you, boy."
>A cold shiver runs down through your spine
>"Come here, boy."
>You move so fast you almost trip and fall
>"Please, look and tell me what is it?"
>He pushes a single page of paper in your way
>Sweating like swine you look at it and see your story
>"What is it, kid?"
"It's my story."
>"Read it."
"Uh?"
>"Read it aloud."
>You obey
"Ekhm. Typical school drama part 1. You are Anon-", and your voice cracks
>The blood in your ears is pulsing, your hands shake
"Oh, no..."
>The class is suddenly filled with arctic cold
"No, it cannot be!"
>You spot as your friends look at you wish disgust, which you feel like a burden
>"Kid-", Sombra's voice is sad, but not as much as you are
"No, Professor Sombra!"
>"I'm afraid I have to-"
"I beg you, please don't!"
>Your eyes are watering, your kneels fold, you land on the floor sobbing with your head next to Sombra's shoes
>"You were the best of all of us-," tears are in his eyes
"N-N-No!"
>"Dropped."
>All your world shatters into pieces
>Because you fucked up, Anon
>You fucked up