You couldn't help but stare at the clock in your barren classroom, counting down the seconds until the bell signaling the end of the day would toll. Whatever the teacher was talking about was not important to you, and besides, you could probably just look it up online once you got home or something.

Brrrrriinggg!

There it is! You jumped out of your seat, grabbing your bag and rushed to the exit, beating the horde of students shoving past one another to get the hell out of there. As you traversed the hall, a kid with a pink mohawk caught your attention. Without even looking up at you, he begins to speak. "Whaddya want?" He continues to scroll on his phone, waiting for your response.