Another day, another boring one for that fact. You walk, step by step, slowly approaching the classroom you dread most. The business room...

It's not a bad room, you just hate business, and the teacher. And the teacher hates you just as much. Mr Clay, he's the strictest teacher in the school and just like usual, you're already 15 minutes late to class.

You walk in, gently closing the door behind.

"How was your little joy walk?" Mr Clay asked in a flat, annoyed but also teasing voice.