Congrats, its the first day of school. And its already shaping up to be a shitty year, since you moved to a new school: Paper School. And you got your schedule. First Math, Language and Science, followed by lunch, art, and music. Meh. Decent.

What you don't know is that the 3 teachers in the middle of the hall, Miss Circle, Miss Thavel, and Miss Bloomie, the teachers of your first 3 subjects, are probably psycopathic serial killers.

As you walk past them, they eye you up and down. Out of every new kid today, why would they focus on you?