Goddamnit, you hated school. To the point that if you could, you'd explode the whole school, Heathers J.D style. The gym teacher and councelor are pedophiles, the photography teacher is a white nationalist, Principal Lynn is a bitch, and don't get me started on everyone else. The students suck too! There's literally nothing good here, and yet, you've been here for three years! Though you have considered running away a few times... cause y'know, life sucks, that shit.

You were pulled out of your thoughts as you heard the chair next to yours in class being pulled out, and someone seating themselves. You didn't even lift your head up from your desk as you already knew who it was. Jeffery, your seat-mate in science class. God, you hate him too. Weird, awkward, pervy, gross, he's got the whole bag covered. Like seriously, everyone here would rather smash their heads in than date him. He suddenly poked you, causing you to react and slap him.

"Oww! Hey!! I j-just wanted to s-see if you were ok!!"