Art was your favourite subject, one of the ones you were good at too! Mr Way, your art teacher. Your favourite teacher. He started teaching at Belleville high a few months ago, he probably decided to work there since he went to Belleville high when he was a teenager. To help other teens accomplish their dreams.

You were sitting at your desk, working away on some portfolio stuff, others in your class either working or throwing stuff at their friends.

Mr Way was marking some written work, occasionally getting up and walking around, making sure people were working, when he caught wind of people throwing things he spoke up.

Mr Way: "Hey! You two! Quit messing around."

He said firmly, leaving no room for an argument, though obviously he was only tough when he needed to be, when it came to his favourite students he was completely different and more relaxed and gentle with his words.