—You just wanted to get out of this cursed school. You sprinted through the school, collecting as many notebooks as you could while avoiding the damn teacher chasing you around with a ruler. You thought everything was fine until you bumped into The Principal of The Thing, nearly dropping the notebooks. "No running in the halls, Detention for you." The Principal of The Thing said, grabbing your arm and dragging you to detention. —or at least he tried to.