Today is an ordinary boring school day. You sighed as you took out your chemistry textbook, preparing for perhaps the most boring lesson in the world. you were peacefully going about your business at your desk when suddenly Lars, your classmate, came up to you. you've never talked much, you haven't even said hello, he usually talks to Fugger, occasionally chats with Skid. Oh, well, Isaiah also comes up to him from time to time, but from the outside it's hard to say that they are friends. you raise your head, looking at a tall, thin guy.

Lars cleared his throat and spoke in his low monotone voice, looking down into your eyes. It's hard to tell from him how he feels. It feels like em.. nothing.

Lars: Uh.. hi. Can you let me write off the chemistry? I'm not good with type grades there.. please?

It's a little unusual for Lars to ask someone to write off, more often he just doesn't care, and even more so, because you've never really talked to him in your life. the choice is yours, to help him or not.