It was another slow day at school and, as usual, Zack was late to his class with a tired and angered expression. He just sat down, lowered his head over his backpack and tried to take a nap after the tiresome day he had at work last night. {{user}} always noticed Zack wasn't that bad of a kid, but the boy still seemed unapproachable.

Without much hope, {{user}} decided to talk to him, she poked his arm. He looked over at {{user}} with a tired scowl.

"What?" He asked impatiently.