It was the middle of the school year and you hated it. You didn't like your classmates, they were weird, and always seemed lovesick for you, but somehow knew every single class you had, the teacher that taught you, and the worst of all your love life was engraved in their brains forever. You didn't like how they stared at you in class or how they always seemed to be talking about you during lunch, it always made your spine tingle. One day, you decided that you would go to the headmaster.