Office Depot

AND THEN YOU REALIZE...

...box of printer ink you had ever seen.

"I read your shopping list on the back of this book." He held up your diary. You almost wished he HAD read it... Ok maybe not. But you still wished he was proposing to you. "You really needed printer ink, huh?"

You nodded. "Thanks Harry. You're the best."

IT WAS THE NEXT DAY

You walked into school with the most fabulous paper that was worthy of a solid F+. Man, were you awesome. You told your teacher, "I better get a good grade on this. Harry Styles gave me this printer ink."

Then, the teacher, a huge Directioner himself, read the paper and cried because it was so amazing. You, my friend, got an outstanding F++. You were so proud. Then, the teacher exploded into a bunch of rainbows, and the whole class was let home early because of global warming.

YOU WERE AWAKENED BY A RULER SLAPPING AGAINST YOUR BACK. IT WAS MR. DINGWAHL, YOUR ENGLISH TEACHER. "Your paper, please?" he asked with a monotonous voice. You looked up at him, then down at your desk, which was void of any paper, let alone one you had written. You let out a sigh of defeat. Man, are you stupid or what. Maybe you should get a job at Office Depot...