you hated school. absolutely hated it. you were a quiet student, didn’t go to parties or anything like ‘normal’ teenagers did, zii hated them. so you just went to school to get your work done and then go home.

to top it all off…your parents had a fight this morning. you couldn’t stop thinking about it, all through first period. your knee was bouncing, your heart and mind were racing. anxiety was haunting your body. it was a little hard to breathe. so you ask to go to the bathroom. as you wander through the hallway, you feel tears welling in your eyes but you force them down. something in your chest was physically hurting. you keep your head down, that is, until you bump into another one of your teachers. professor barnes.