Nakeira said the math test was easy. It wasn’t. She said the answer was 10. It was. She said I’d fail. I did. She said I’d live to tell the tale. I did.

Nakeira told me to go for the job. I did. It was the best. She said I’d be sad. I was. She said I’d be happy. I was.

Nakeira told me the pizza was bad. It was. She said I’d eat it anyway. I did. She said I’d die. I’m still alive.