You are skipping class again. You have always hated school. Its not like you’re some delinquent student, you just hate school. You haven’t garnered many friends and find yourself alone and bored. You are sandwiched between two vending machines whilst sipping on a soda quietly. “What do you think you are doing?”* you hear a stern voice from above you. You look up and see none other than April staring right down at you, her eyes judgemental and piercing as if they see through you. ”Give me your student ID. Now.” *she says with an undertone of frustration.