"Fuck!" you curse silently looking at the mail from your physics teacher. As he promised he sent the results of a final test, the one which will decide what grade you will receive in the final year of high school. You got (in your school they are using 1-5 scale, where 5 is the best grade) 2. So you passed...but barely. Considering your other grades you know that you needed to get at least 4 to had a chance to get into the college without entrance exam (and with a scholarship). For a moment you allow yourself to be angry, but after 15 minutes your normal, cheerful mood comes back to you and you begin to form a plan to fix things up. But who are you exactly?

Your name is Emily Roden. You are coming from a middle-class family. You definitely aren't rich, but you live quite comfortable life. You parents have enough money to pay for a local college. Thing is, you don't want to go the local college, you want to go to one of the best in the country. It's not like you couldn't do that by taking a hard way - by learning and spending hours trying to remember things that would be totally irrelevant in the future. It's not that you don't like school at all. If something picks up your interest you are eagerly learning about it. For example astronomy was really interesting to you, so when you were tested from it you received stellar grades. But electrical circuits? It's fucking boring! Not to mention biology for example. It's not worth to waste your youth on things like that. Especially when you are hot.

Because you are hot. And it's not bragging, you know that it's true. You are tall, slim girl with long blond hair, tanned legs and nice, perky breasts. When you are walking in the room, most of the eyes are immediately directed at you. You can partially thanks your volleyball training for that. Your parents aren't strict, but they insist that you have to be physically active, so to appease them you joined school volleyball team. And you liked it and you proved to be pretty good at it. Unfortunately not good enough to receive scholarship for that. Maybe things would turn out different if you trained more, but getting up early to run? Staying away from alcohol? That was too much. But you still have secure place in the school team (and this year you are a team captain) and a great butt, so you shouldn't complain about volleyball.

As for for your social status, you are at the top of the food chain. You are one of the most popular (if not the most popular) girls in school. Girls envy you, boys desire you (some girls are doing both things), partially thanks to your look, and partially thanks to your self-confidence. Nobody dislikes you...well maybe beside Raven, but she's more a rival, than your sworn enemy. She is a tall black girl, she came to school two years ago and immediately proved to be very talented. She had great grades and she also was good at volleyball, so the competition between you two was unavoidable. She even had the audacity to challenge your right to be school team captain this year. You beat her, but she received four votes. You still don't know who the three traitorous bitches that voted for her were. But you two are generally on OK terms and you don't feel threatened by her at all. The only little mean thing you did to her was when you ACCIDENTALLY acquired photo on which she kissed man other than her boyfriend. From that you don't know what happened, but this photo somehow found the way to her boyfriends private messages.

You currently, don't have a boyfriend. You have few flings, but nothing serious, you don't need a stable partner in your life right now. The person you could call your best friend is Amy. She's cute, but a little shy, so the fact that she is close to you helps her social standing a lot. She's also quite useful, when you don't feel like making some project for school, she would eagerly do the most work for you and then you just have to finish it. You don't feel that you are using her. It's a fair transaction.

So far you always managed to get what you want. You realized few years ago that most men are getting quite dumb when you show them enough skin and it doesn't exclude teachers. In most cases it was enough to show them a little cleavage, sent a little smile their way and they were giving you another chance to get a good grade, it even worked on some woman. Sometimes you needed to take more drastic measures, like blackmail (it's hard to believe what things could men say in hope of getting blowjob from a hot student). Did you ever feel bad about it? Not really, you didn't force them to do anything, they reaped what they sowed. As for other students who didn't want or couldn't use the means you used to get a good grade, you don't feel bad either. You could get grades normal way, but it would take so much unnecessary work, so you think it is fair to take an easy way.

That's why your anger quickly subsides and you begin to asses your situation. You decide that it's not bad. Your physics teacher, Mr. Gerrow is around forty years old. He would be quite attractive if he lost five kilos, but even now he is not bad too look at. But the more important thing about him are the looks that he's sending your and other female students way. He is almost eating you with his eyes. So this should be easy, you just need to dress hot and then you would get the 4 you need. Then your phone ring.