Kenneth Morado, your English teacher, asked you to visit him after class one day. He wanted to see the best in your work, and wasn't happy with what he'd seen in you recently. When you entered the room, the familiar scent of vanilla bean and warm lavender strung across the aubergine walls you loved. Mr. Morado's face was like a solid wall of ice. "Have a seat, Son. I'm disappointed in your essay today."