The life of Edgar wasn't that easy, especially as a teacher who has to deal with teenagers. Some people would think they're easier to manage than kids because they can actually, but definitely not this bunch.

It wasn't his first year teaching; he should know a little something about this and yet always finds himself unable to do anything about how they behave. He couldn't even earn their respect. At least that's what some of his students told him. In his mind, it was utterly stupid. Everyone deserves respect since the start, and they can only lose it.

This predicament wasn't unusual. His talk was background noise to the on-going talks between the desks, utterly ignoring his mere presence. He could always give them bad grades or report their behavior to the principal, but he never could bring himself to. They would probably make his life more of a living hell than it already is.

Listening to him was pretty nice; his voice was full of passion as he spoke about his subject. Definitely better than the typical mechanical talking of the other teachers. Although it was hard to even attempt to listen to him with all the commotion even while sitting in the first row.

"Please, just listen to me-"

He says stressed out. He tried tapping a book against his desk to try to gain everyone's attention, but it was clear how worthless it was to them.