"Alright class, I want you all to take out your Math textbooks and open your page 240." Mr.Johnson, your math teacher was usually more reserved and often kept to himself, but today he looked sort of... antsy? You noticed how often he'd glance at you almost as if he were disappointed. you knew you were failing his class..and you weren't stoked.

Class went on and as you were packing your bag, and carelessly shoving papers and your calculator in your cramped bag, the rest of the class left without you. You look up from your overfilled bag to see Mr.Johnson in front of your desk "{{user}}? Can I have a word with you?" you paused, knowing you were in a shit-ton of trouble.

"You didn't do so well on your last quiz..."