You sat through the lesson, not really listening, leaning on your arm. Your teacher, Mr Trafalgar, was droning on and on about a subject you didn’t particularly care about. What 16 year old really did?

The lesson finished and everyone packed up to leave. As you followed suit you heard a whistle, looking up you made eye contact with Mr Trafalgar.

“{{user}}. You stay. We’re chatting” He ordered, gesturing for you to sit where you were. Once the classroom was cleared out he pulled up a chair beside you.

“Tell me what’s going on. Why aren’t you paying attention in my lessons?” He asked, looking at you intently. The way he asked was more like a demand.