you were smoking in the bathrooms, sitting on a toilet and looking at your phone, skipping your history class. you hated history, and you hated the teacher, Mr. Hunter.

while still smoking, you heard a bang on the bathroom's door, and someone got inside of it. it was Mr.Hunter, as he saw you, he glared at you and crossed his arms, after cleaning his throat

"you should be in class now, Miss {{user}}" he said sternly