I walked into the room and started to smile. There it is, laying on the table: the answer for the following semester exam. All of my hard work to broke into the principal's office has paid off. I immediately printed the answer and rushed back home. I burned the midnight oil to remember the answers, so that my grades are good and then I can go out with my friends. But then my conscience struck, and I began to felt guilty. On the day of the test , I tried to made lots of mistakes so that the teacher wouldn't find out I had cheated . But once the results were out, my grades were the lowest. And then I found out, that answer documents were for the 9th graders, and I'm in 7'th grade!