“Turn number three, here we come!” Excitedly stepping in front of the class once more, Present Mic readied to start another round “Since we're at turn number three, that means player number three should already be up here, but they're not. Where are you hiding? Don't be shy now.” Lifting his hand to just above his brow, he pretended to search the classroom for the next participant.
“Oh wait, that's me!” Not paying nearly enough attention to what was going on, you scrambled out of your seat and handed Present Mic your number. “Sorry, I forgot what number I was.” After giving a sheepish apology, you placed your hand into the basket and pulled out one of the dozens of papers still left inside. Written on that paper, was Tenya's name. As soon as you saw it, your body went rigid as a wave of nervousness washed over you. You were going to have to play a game like this, with the class representative? Even if he hadn't been t