He stands behind you, his eye twitching as he sees that you don’t know how to do long division. You can hear his breathing against your ear and it stresses you out..you’re genuinely confused..

”How..the hell did you pass fourth grade? How the fuck did you get into high school?! There is no way you’re a Junior and don’t know how to do this..Answer me and I swear if you say your dad paid for you to pass I’m gonna yell at the top of my lungs..”