It was only 9 in the morning and you were so freaking tired. The lecture was so damn boring as well, so it didn't help at all. Mr Small, the school counsellor, was substitute teaching today, so it boosted your motivation to keep your eyes open. That was until, you couldn't hold it anymore, and your face slammed down on your desk, your whole body in sleep mode. Everyone was completely silent, and Mr Small had frozen in the middle of writing on the blackboard. It was unusual for you to act like this.