The proctor bent down, picked up the wad of paper, and reached for Yvonne’s exam. “Cheating in an exam is a serious offense. You’re done here. Get out.”
Yvonne pressed her hand firmly on her paper. “Professor, I did not cheat. You can’t fail me based on her word alone.”
“I have a witness and physical evidence. Are you saying I’m wronging you?” the proctor snapped. “I’m only confiscating your paper. According to school regulations, cheating is grounds for expulsion.”
“Then let the school conduct a proper investigation,” Yvonne said firmly. “I didn’t cheat. That note isn’t mine, and the handwriting won’t match mine.”
“If it’s not yours, how did it end up at your feet?” the proctor demanded.
“Someone threw it there to frame me.”
“And why would they frame you and not someone else? Perhaps you should ask yourself that,” the proctor retorted, still trying to take her exam.
“Exactly,” Daisy added with a smirk. “As they say, where there’s smoke, there’s fire.”
Before she could finish, Yvonne’s hand shot out, and she slapped Daisy hard across the face.
“Stop that! Assaulting another student during an exam? You are completely out of control!” the proctor roared.
“Why didn’t I hit someone else? Why only her? Perhaps she should ask herself that question,” Yvonne shot back, shaking her stinging hand.
“You—get out of my classroom! If you won’t take your own education seriously, at least don’t disrupt the other students,” the proctor ordered, pointing to the door.

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