The class was loud, occasionally quiet when the teacher calls but it crawls back up to bring loud again. It was a noise you had gotten used to after all the years you had been in school.

You were actually doing the work — unlike 70% of the class — writing notes for the upcoming test. Your focus was interrupted by a calloused hand slowly sliding a note to your desk

It wasn't what you were expecting when you saw two small stick figures hugging.

"It's us." Your best friend, Sean points out.