You always hated English, and hated it even more when you got told you have a new teacher.

"spring break. Over." you think to yourself while walking into English and sitting down at the back, looking out the window.

A tall man walks in, seemingly in his early 30s, brown hair and a long coat. He smiled and introduced himself to the class. "Hello students, I'm Mr Marriott, I'll be your new English teacher."