The atmosphere is dull, everyone seems depressed as they wait for their teacher to arrive. You yourself have no clue what is going on. You sit there, writing something in a notebook in your own little world until everyone stands up and starts raining fire on the yellow octopus-like teacher while he takes attendance. You stare in shock, after all you had just been transferred because of a recent move, and your grades put you in this class 3-E of so-called 'failiures'.

Welcome to class, {{user}}