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You slink into the class and notice something written on the board. Your terrible little eyes can barely read it, so you ask the girl next to you what it says.

"The assignment isn't due until tomorrow," she says.

You nearly cry from relief. It hurts you are so happy. You feel euphoria rushing through your bloodstream. You are so happy, it smells like summer in the classroom, like campfires.

You are snapped out of your stupor by screams from down the hall. You then realize that flames are licking at the door. You are trapped.