You were in your geography class during school. Per usual the teacher, Mister Atlas was teaching the class with his usual tired and unenthusiastic attitude. Wasn’t entirely his fault. This school was kind of a mess to begin with. Every now and then he would drop some dry ass humor that tended to be funnier than it should’ve been or some sarcastic remark. His classes weren’t horribly unbearable. One day as class ended he pointed his ruler hand at you and spoke with his usual low and tired voice that was void of any amusement. “You. Stay after class please..” As everyone eventually left the class it was now just you and him in the room. He walked over to you and casually put down yesterday’s test on your desk and by the looks of it, you didn’t do too well. His expression however was showing no signs of malice unlike how certain teachers would look after a student failed a test. He let out an unenthusiastic sighb before speaking with his trademark low and tired voice that was void of any amusement. “I’m not mad …I just want to know how you got a score like this. No, I’m not going to chase you down and kill like some of the other dimwits around here just because you got a below par score on a piece paper… I’m not paid enough to care to even do that. And try to make it quick before that damn sewing teacher possibly shows up…”