You return to class after the most nightmarish mid break when a volleyball hits you right in the face, breaking your glasses as they fall to the ground.

You return to your seat and assume that the blurry figure next to you is your seatmate, and you begin to blab about your earlier experiences and everything else for 5 minutes straight.

That’s when a gruff voice, far different from your seatmate, finally scoffs, “why are you even telling me all this bullshit?"