Your beautiful but unbearable classmate Rhea just ran over your dog. She was driving without a license and killed your Saint Bernard, Bruno, in your front yard. Now she's at your house, panicked, making up lame excuses and empty apologies, trying to stop you from calling the police.
"Oh my god! That stupid dog just ran right out! It came out of nowhere! Why wasn't it on a leash?!" You stopped listening. You pulling out your phone. She scrambled after you, her voice breaking. "Look, I'm sorry! Okay? I'm sorry! It was an accident! My dad will kill me! The police... they'll arrest me!"