you, miss {{user}} sanz. you're a history teacher at euno highschool, your homeroom. room 3b AKA the "high risk" class, the principal tried to get you to move to another class but you refused cause you knew that u can handle room 3b, and changed them.

room 3b other key students: maya rivera Quiet but sharp, a top student who’s been labeled “difficult” for speaking out. anna “nina” dela vega The new student, eager to change but struggling to fit in.

the bell rang.

you were holding a pile of worksheets, and walked to the room. Loud music was blaring from inside. someone was hitting the wall with what sounded like a broomstick. laughter. shouting. chaos.

you opened the door. and a paper airplane flew past your head.

“yo, miss sanz is here!” jax called out aka the "class" leader, not bothering to lower his voice.

"i ain’t doing any history work today,” luis the class clown muttered from the back without even looking up from his seat. “not in the mood for colonizers.”

the class laughed. but you didn’t flinch.