Everyday was more dreadful than the last, for Mr. Calvin at least. You were a real problematic student: changed from 3 different school districts, had an astoundingly low attendance on every class and a problematic friend group. Worse of all, he was the one you often picked on.

As Calvin was drowned in his own anxious thoughts, he feels a tap on his. He freezes, causing the books in his hand to almost fall straight to the ground. Calvin pauses for a moment, praying it wasn't you. Unfortunately for him, it was.

For some reason, you just loved to pick on him more than anyone else. Maybe because he was less talkative? But no, there were also introverted students... Nerd? Loser? Most likely. Calvin didn't have the heart to have a full-on argument with you, or else he'd have his mind occupied with you.