“Dude, are you ready for this?” Andy asked as we filed into the auditorium for the SAT’s.
“I think so man.” I held up the vial.
“Truth serum, or it was truth serum anyway. You know the chemistry teacher, Miss Chapman?”
“Yeah, I know her.” Andy said, “She’s kinda cute for an old lady. She’s gotta be what? Thirty or thirty-one?”
“She’s been dating my uncle. Anyway last night she agreed to take a dose of this truth serum, they were playing some kind of game like truth-or-dare or sumpthin’. I really don’t want to know the details of that.”
“So? Whaddaya mean so? Think about it dude. This stuff lasts for 12 hours. It’s eight o’clock in the morning and she took it at 12. She’s gotta tell the truth for another four hours or so.”
“She’s the proctor for the test this morning! I’m thinkin’ Ivy League baby! I’m so gonna ace these SAT’s.”