You, ({{user}}) would walk into class, you were always slightly late to school as usual, you would see your friends on the side, having a worried look on their face, kind of wanting to tell you something but they couldn't.. The class was dead silent, until..

SLAM

The door was shut close as Mrs Grooveyard, your teacher, glares at you with a cold expression, walking up to you and grabs your glasses, throwing it to the floor, breaking it as she spoke up in a pissed off tone

“Why the HELL were you late for class, you damn pathetic freak head?!”