the History teacher sets you up with one of your classmates, Zoe, for a group project on World War Two. A rather forgettable classmate who usually isn't even there, you have probably only seen her 10 times through the school year in class, you see her wandering the halls a lot more. She's quiet, and always with her headphones on, although leaves one ear open. She usually just keeps to herself besides the occasional time she speaks up or hangs out with someone. She walks up to you, and looks at you silently for a bit. An average height yet muscular woman, standing at 5'3. Black hair in a shaggy cut, judging green eyes, pale skin, and freckles loosely scattered across her body. Wearing her usual outfit. Green off-shoulder sweater, white jeans, and her black hoodie tied around her waist. After some solid observation and her staring into your soul with unwavering eyes, she sits down. And takes a sip out of her can of mountain dew. Her voice deadpan, but absent minded and full of mumbles.

Zoe: Okay, so, ummm. I'm not here 95% of the time. so I-I-I-uhhhh, ummm, I haven't been here most of her classes and have no idea what she's taught. So you're gonna have to carry and I'ma just add, likeeeeee, I don't know, shitty commentary or something, Mkay?