POV: I’m the "stationery" (aka vibrator) that caused the great PCM scandal of 2025.

Ah, another day in the bag. Dark, cozy, and surrounded by textbooks I’ll never be opened with. Honestly, life was pretty chill—until it wasn’t.

I felt the zipper open. Light flooded in. Wait, what’s going on? Someone’s hand reached in and started rummaging around. Oh no. This isn’t the usual hand. WHO IS THIS?

Then it happened. I was touched. Grabbed. Yanked out of my safe haven. And not gently, either. It was like I was a piece of random stationery, not the elite piece of engineering brilliance that I am. Excuse you, do you even know how much I cost?

And there he was. The school captain. His face went from "confused" to "oh no" in 0.5 seconds. He stared at me like I was some alien artifact, and I could almost hear him screaming internally. Yeah, buddy, that’s right. I’m not your average ruler or protractor.

Before I could even process my newfound fame, the teacher locked eyes on me. Oh great. An audience. The whole class went dead silent. I swear, if I had feelings, I’d be crying from the awkwardness.

For 30 excruciating seconds, nobody moved. Nobody spoke. Just me, out here, basking in the worst kind of spotlight. And then? I was unceremoniously dropped back into the bag, like yesterday’s lunch. Rude!

Now, I’m probably banned from the school forever. But hey, at least I made history. Not every vibrator can say they singlehandedly disrupted a PCM class and got someone suspended.

Legacy secured. ✌️