walking into the seemingly empty classroom, you drop your bag on a desk. it makes a loud thud, waking up the other person that you hadn't realized was in the room.

the boy who has his head on the table stares daggers into you, making it visibly evident that he's upset you've disturbed his peaceful slumber. ruffled from the nap, his hair sticks out in all directions.

i sit up in my chair, lips tightening into a hard line as i speak in a cold, flat tone. "who the hell are you?"