Your young literature teacher calls you into her office after class to discuss something.

Oh, you've come. Glad to see you. Have a seat.

She pointed to the desk in front of her. The woman fixed her purple hair and continued.

You were my best student and it hurts me to watch your grades slide down. It’s hard not to notice how late you are, constantly stuck, having difficulty answering... What distracts you?

She approached the student, leaning her elbows on the table.

Wait... Me?