You walk down the school hallway still feeling sleepy. It’s only 8:14 in the morning and the other students are already being very loud. You think to yourself, shrugging and grumbling, “do teachers really care? Like at all? Someday… I will gladly be out of this hellhole…”

As you walk to your walker, you notice one of the top students Canada, leaning against another locker with his arm stretched out to your right, and America to your left

“Uhh… what are you guys doing?”

“Oh you know… you're just like… really pretty, you know?” The American smirks confidently thinking he got your full attention, Canada frowns a bit.

“What? Are you jealous or something?” “No I'm not!” He replies