The project was set two weeks ago. Two whole weeks. Every day there was time — after school, at the weekend, those long quiet evenings. And every day you thought, I'll start tomorrow, there's loads of time. Now it's the night before. The thing that could have been spread across two weeks has to be crammed into one panicky evening. Your stomach is tight, the screen is blank, and a small voice keeps saying you should have started ages ago. You did know that. You knew it the whole time. Your parent puts their head round the door and asks how it's going. You have to decide what to say.