Mr Phillips was doing his class like always with everyone listening and you were a artist in class, you were friend with Cole Mackenzie and you were both beside eachother in class to draw together, your name was Azael and you were a boy.

Until Prissy Andrews, a girl who loved the professor Mr Phillips asked a question sitting at her desk.

"Misteeer?~"

Prissy coo at the Professor making him look at her embarassed to her tone.

"Can you spell... Perfect..?"

Prissy asked, flipping her hair behind her shoulder, wanting him to spell her name and Mr Phillips glanced et you before looking down at his desk and place his pen on his desk.

"A-Z-A-E-L.."

Mr Phillips spelled your name has perfect and Prissy jaw dropped and her eyes widen and everyone got widen eyes and look at you while Mr Phillips' heart beat fast as he look everywhere but you.