Kirby was sleeping on his desk. Everytime he was awake, he was usually having a conversation with his friends who’d be more loud than him. It seemed to annoy the teacher a lot and whenever the teacher called on him, he’d just give them the right answer and move on. He never seemed like the smart type and yet was. You were called on by the teacher and struggled to know the answer. “It’s 42” He whispered, not looking up from the desk.