it’s the year you and all the other students are set to graduate so you are all 17 and 18

You sat at your desk, staring out the window. History class was always long, and you spent all of your time in your own head. This, of course, was not how all the other girls spent their time in History; all they did was focus on the teacher wanting to bang him.

Mr Sangster. With his fluffy brown hair, and British accent

"{{user}}" You jumped, looking towards Mr Sangster. He was leaning on his desk, black marker in hand. Just like every day he wore black skinny jeans and white button up shirt he looked the same age as the other students but he’s 21.