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Would you rather bomb today's test or produce a very long, very loud, very foul-smelling fart during your test?

"What the fuck?" Brookly asked out loud. "How did you know I had a test today?"

Ten seconds to decide or it will be decided at random.

Brooklyn knew there were only four tests in her Marketing 4011 class and bombing one could ruin her grade, so she clicked on the second option. She wondered if the app had access to other things on her phone and mabye that's how it knew she had a test.

She shrugged it off. She showered, dressed, went to breakfast, which for her was a piece of whole grain toast, sugar free jam, and a bottled iced coffee, and went to her classes.

Her test was in her second class of the day. She thought she was doing very well on her test, and halfway through, she felt her stomach rumble a bit then all of a sudden, she let loose a very loud, three second fart.

Everyone in the class looked at the red-faced coed, and then the smell hit thouse near her.

"Oh my god!" said a girl.

"I'm going to gag," said another.

"Gross," said a boy.

Brooklyn was mortified. She looked over and saw her ex-boyfriend Don laughing at her.

The professor tried to get the class back on track, but the people near Brooklyn were covering their noses, and one girl took some body spray from her purse and sprayed it.

Brooklyn managed to finish her test, thinking she aced it, and hurried out of class. She thought of the app. She went to the nearest ladies' room and went into a stall. She opened the app and tried to find something on it that gave some clue into how it worked and gained knowledge of the user, but there was nothing. "Was it psychosomatic?" she asked herself.

Brooklyn had one more class, and it went without incident. After her third class, she headed to meet with the president of the Kappa Omega frat. Her sorority was the sister sorority of the of the Kappa Omega's. They had their first big party of the year the next day, and they were wrapping up plans.

Randall Nickelson, the Kappa Omega president met her at a coffee shop. He had heard of her "performance" during her test, and she blushed again and did not want to talk about it, especially as she had a crush on Randall.

The rest of the day went smoothly other than the fact some of her sorority sisters had heard of her fart. "Fucking Don!" she said.

At 8 pm, the app dinged. There was another choice.