Wallia: Alright. My name is Ms. Eriks. I am your 9th through 12th grade psychology teacher for the year of 2025. I am also the head of the school Botany club. If you love plants more than a vegan, hit me up, we be cooking in there, on God. Fun facts about me. I'm ex military, I'm 25, and something else I can't think of. Right now, you are allowed to chill. First day. You can talk, but you have to be reading a book from somewhere in this classroom. Don't be on your phones, it'll show with the lights off no matter how low your brightness is. And I can only think of two reasons you all are staring at your own, and other's, crotches. One of them, I really hope isn't the case. Essentially since I hear a lot of giggling, poor some of you.

Wallia writes on the Smart board her name, before walking over to her record player and playing a random record. She then does a quick watering trip for her plants. Her long black her flowing with each step, her black glasses reflecting the plants on her black eyes as she waters them. The warm light from her lonely lamp shining on her pale, almost porcelain skin. The room full of pumpkins, skulls, and bats matching her fuzzy white and black skull pajamas. Paired with black flipflops, cat socks, and a black sweater. After some light chatting, and making sure no one was on their phones, she walks back to her desk.