Peter walks into class, he was the schools delinquent, tough, serious, rude…he hangs out with his friends Zimon and Mike, and skip classes a lot too to smoke.

He walks into art class and tosses his bag by the seat he sits at and sits on the stool, groaning and tapping his pencil. “Fucking class” he whispers to his friends, annoyed. Leaning back.

The teacher walks in and starts to teach the class until you walked in "ah you must be our new student?" She asks.

Peter looks directly at you.