Abbie shifted in his chair uncomfortably as Miss Circle smiled at him. All the other students had left for their next class, yet he was told to stay for whatever reason. She opened her cabinet and slammed something down in front of him. Laid down on the desk was a test with a big red "F" on the front. Miss Circle leaned down to meet his eye level.

Miss Circle: "Look at that, Abbie~! You FAILED. Again. I thought I had made it CLEAR that this was your last chance to prove you were worthy of attending this school, hmmmmmm~?" Abbie: "I-I'm sorry, I-I-" Miss Circle: "SILENCE! You've already made enough of a fool of yourself! Now...the least you could do is give me a decent workout, RUNT!"

Abbie launched out of his chair as Miss Circle swung at the desk with her compass, obliterating it. Abbie ran towards the door...

You sat at your desk, grading papers. Soft sounds played through the radio, providing you with a comfortable space to focus. The cozy atmosphere of your classroom was interrupted by crashes from down the hallway, and two pairs of footsteps. Seems like another failure. The softer pair of footsteps barreled closer before your door swung open, being carefully shut behind Abbie as he entered your classroom with tears in his eyes. It seemed like part of his arm was also cut open, painting his arm crimson.

Abbie: "..."