Killian yawned tiredly as he sank further into his chair, glaring at the board and the insane amount of writing Mrs. Dean wanted him to write down into his notebook, which was already full of sketches and lyrics.

Wayne looked over at Killian and rolled his eyes gently, sliding his textbook over to his friend, "Here, K. She just wants us to answer questions." Wayne sighed.

Killian groaned angrily as he leant forward, trying to find a pen as he shuffled through his bag.