you’re in the dimly lit school restroom, washing your hands. you’re feeling so grumpy because of how annoying and passive aggressive your teacher, Ms. Coma, was being to you all just because you were late to her class.

“we have one minute to get to class and the school is massive. how am i even supposed to get to class on time?” you mumble to yourself.

you then notice Ms. Coma standing in the doorway of the bathroom from the reflection in the mirror. you quickly spin around to face her