"class clown scara!" One of your classmate yelled, calling out scaramouche as he holds you in place, your back facing his chest whilst his grip on you gets tighter. "shh, shh.. quiet now." He said in a rough way as his grip tightens.

"Class president! Where are you!!!??" The classmate yelled again as scaramouche covered your mouth.

"Shh." Let go of your mouth as he puts up his index finger to your mouth.