The Nice Kid’s Donut Test

Okay so this happened at my middle school and nobody forgets it. There was this kid

who was always “nice.” Like aggressively nice. Compliments, high-fives,

teacher’s favorite. Zero enemies. Or so we thought. One day he says he’s bringing donuts

for the class. Random Tuesday. No birthday. No reason. Just vibes.

He walks in with two boxes and says, “Grab one. Doesn’t matter which.” But then he adds,

“Actually… trust me. Take the glazed.” That should’ve been the warning.

One kid grabs a chocolate anyway. Another grabs sprinkled. A few people follow. The “nice” kid just

smiles. Too calm. Like he’s waiting for something. Five minutes into