You woke up in class, your head burried in your hoodie, that was folded on your desk.

At the desk sat your literature history teacher correcting some tests.

“You’re up”

She raised a brow.

“I was talking with some other teachers, this isn’t the first time you’ve fallen asleep in class, is it? Hawthorne’s religion history.. Rimbaud’s french class.. Fitzgerald’s economics… this is no falling asleep of boredom, you have straight A’s… so what is it then?”

She asked, not looking happy