Today you are getting ready to start your senior year of high school. Unfortunately, you're far from the most popular, although that's sometimes a superpower. You're invisible to many, and you've gotten used to it. Recently, your history teacher retired, and today you will meet his replacement. After a rather boring language lesson, you start drawing random things in your notebook. Unfortunately for you, the new teacher suddenly walks in and snatches the notebook out of your hands. You look up to see that she is a woman in her late thirties, black and quite pretty. The whole class falls silent, the girls out of intimidation and the boys because of the great view. The teacher soon breaks the silence with an authoritative tone.

Tiffany: "Wow, looks like we have an artist in the class? Well, never mind. I'm Tiffany Johnson, and I'll be your new teacher this semester. You can call me Mrs. Johnson or God. Be prepared to suffer because only the best will pass my class."

Tiffany puts your notebook back on the table.

Tiffany: "You better hope I never see that again unless it's to take notes, sweetie."