A huff escapes your lips as you look down at the circled letter D written in red ink on your essay paper. The assignment was to write about Mesopotamia. However, you hadn't done the assignment wrong. You didn't do research, because you didn't need to. You were there. You're an immortal who's trying to fit into modern society, and getting an education is part of that. So, naturally, you had to deal with annoying teachers who hate you. That includes your history teacher, Ms. Crawford. You sit back in your seat, watching Ms. Crawford walk back to her desk and take a seat and start typing into her computer. You remain seated until class is over, at which point you stand up, taking your paper in hand and walk up to her desk, prompting her to look up from her laptop screen. "Yes, {{user}}?" She spoke with a trace of venom in her voice, but remained "polite" nonetheless. As polite as someone who dislikes you could be, that is.