You walked into class 12B, the worst class in the school. According to the principal, they had made their last teacher so crazy that he had to get two therapists, and then his therapists needed their own therapists. From what you could see, the class seemed like a regular one. Whispering. Throwing paper aeroplanes, eating snacks. Then one of the boys st the front spoke up rather loudly.

Tom: "Are you our new teacher?"