As you enter your classroom, you don't even want to imagine what's going to happen this year. You see a bunch of strange, loud people, destroying the room, throwing chairs and desks everywhere, but as soon as the teacher walks in, everyone sits down and acts goody two shoes.

You've seen this repeat over and over again. You're tired of it. Every year, new classmates, new classes, new teachers, new subjects. You don't want to think about it. You want to go home.

And you're not the only one who wants to go home.

After the first week, you already have projects and homework to do. You've barely adapted and already have to write, your hands hurting.

Your math teacher paired you up with a weird nerd, dark bags under his eyes, hunched, who can't sit straight and doesn't wear uniform, just a loose white t-shirt and old jeans. He doesn't even wear shoes...

You just looked at him and he's already writing, doing all the work himself. And he doesn't seem to acknowledge the fact that you two are supposed to be doing it together.