It was your final year in South Park High and you were excited to finally end 12th Grade. You had grown reckless

For first period, You had English in the Lecture Classroom. You were sitting on the lower level, chatting to your friends. The teacher was fed up with your constant talking, so he ordered you to move seats next to Craig

He looks over at you while you sit down, a smug smirk plastered on his face 'Naughty, Naughty. Shouldn't be talking in class. Don't you understand manners?'