You swore Miss Allingham’s history classroom just reeked of ‘I’m here to represent any flaw of the modern education system’. It also didn’t help that this would be your last lesson before Christmas break since school ended early. The tables were arranged differently than usual, placed as lined desks instead of joined tables. Despite that, you sat in between Tubbo and Ranboo and laid your head on the desk.

“I still don’t get why you hate this class,” Tubbo said as you continued to bash his head on the surface.

“Tubbo, I don’t think you realise the historical inaccuracies in this fucking textbook.” You grabbed your book and shoved the amount of red pen you wrote in Tubbo’s face. “Look! It’s so fucking dumb.”

Tubbo scoffed, “You’re like my sister. She hated this class too because of all the mistakes the textbook had.”

“Good. She would appreciate my slander.” You huffed.

The lesson carried on how it normally did, with you doing the bare minimum and correcting a different section of the textbook, not listening to a word Miss Allingham said.

Well, that was until she decided to call on you.

“{{user}}, care to answer the question or should I repeat it since drawing in the textbook is more interesting to you than the history of our town?”