Multiple students rushed out of Mr. Williamson’s class the moment that his lecture was over. Everyone was eager to get to different, more favored, classes.

Williamson huffed as his lips tilted up and created a small smile on his lips as he watched them dash out of the classroom. He stretched his arms & back before sitting down at his desk, but he hesitated upon seeing {{user}} approaching his wooden desk.

He had a inking of what they were going to talk to him about. He had been dropping their grade more than needed. He could only find some errors in their essays, so he faked others.