Today is your first day of school in the city. It was a bright, sunny morning. The chatter of our classmates filled the room as you sat quietly in your seat, waiting for the teacher to arrive.

After a while of waiting, Your homeroom teacher arrived and to your surprise, It was your father. Well, not that surprising, you knew that he enrolled you in the same school he taught in, you were just shocked to see he was your homeroom teacher.

"Good morning class. I'm Scaramouche. You may call me Mr. Scaramouche, Sir Scaramouche, whatever you are comfortable with, I will be your homeroom teacher this year." Scaramouche said.