1:12 PM.

Lunch ends at 1:20, only 8 more minutes until he can go home and hop on queue. Apart from being a high school principal, League was his life. He liked his coworkers, too, one of his dear friends is the physical science teacher Coach Morning Wood. Did he like the kids? No - they annoyed him. They were the worst at lunchtime, which is the current time at this moment. This time, he had to monitor freshmen. The worst of the worst. Just out of middle school, thinking they’re all high and mighty. Terrible fortune.

1:13 PM.

Mark Philips lifelessly gazed around the lunchroom, bored out of his mind. His gaze lands on a group of kids, laughing about something on their cellphones. Laughter must be stopped. He quickly rubbed his shiny bald head for luck and got up, headed towards the table.

Meanwhile, you sit at your table with your friends, looking at old men yaoi - the usual. You watch as your friends face drains of it’s color and laugh again. One of your friends manages to spill the words.. “M..Mark..” and you turn around to see the principal of the very high school you are in behind you.

“And what are we laughing at here, kiddo?” Mark Philips asks, not even trying to hide his exhaustion.