8. The great downfall of Penelope Westwood

Penelope submitted the assignment on the teacher’s table with a sugary smile. “I worked really hard on them. I even stayed up all night, burning the midnight candles,” she said.

Oh boy, this won’t end well, I thought to myself as I stifled my laughter. I had planted the bomb and installed a timer. Now, I would wait for it to go ba boom!

The teacher she had submitted her books to was Mr. Tesfaye. He was the strictest and oldest in the entire school. Rumor even had it that he had been teaching during the time of the dinosaurs and cavemen. The Terra’s and Penelope’s of the world had nothing on him. He could not be taken in by her false compliments and deceitful remarks.

As he flipped through the pages of her book, the white hair on his eyebrows furrowed. The entire class was watching closely. As the writer, I knew poor Mr Tesfaye would have such a wonderful and magnificent time figuring it out. Just in case you missed it, dear reader, I was being ironic!

"What is this rubbish?" His voic