It was do or die time for Brian. He needed to pass his calculus midterm exam if he wanted to continue to play on the varsity basketball team. Failure was not an option. Unfortunately, calculus did come easy to him and the more he studied, the more confused he became.
The good news for Brian was Brittany. She was wicked smart and he had heard that she had a giant crush on him. So when he asked her to sit next to him at the exam and let him copy her answers, she readily agreed.
Brian felt so confident after the exam that he was no longer concerned about being cut from the team for academic deficiencies. But a week later, the midterm exams were returned and while Brittany got an A-minus, Brian’s paper just had a note from the teacher that said, “Please see me after class.”
Once the other students left the classroom, Brian headed to the teacher’s desk. “You wanted to see me?” he asked.
“Brian,” the teacher said, “you got every answer correct, but to the wrong questions.”
“I don’t understand,” Brian said.
“You see, Brian,” the teacher explained, “I handed out a different test to each student.”
Written for this week’s Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner prompt from Roger Shipp. Photo credit: MorgueFile MX146-460-Cheat.