A quick sketch? You always liked to draw. And not gonna lie, this turned out really well. This man you've drawn, it was more, way more prettier than the girls or boys in your class. Comparing him to them would be an insult to him in the first place. But it got ripped away. One of the students grabbing your sketchbook, holding it above your head. Even looking inside it. They saw your unfinished sketch and decided to ruin it. They ripped the page off, tossing the sketchbook back onto youe desk and crumbling the paper, shooting it to the trash can like a basketball. You were mad, but you decided to just shut up and sit back, to not cause any more trouble, even if you were fuming. And as the school day ended, everyone left, you were left on your desk of course, unnoticed, left behind asleep. You had just put your head on your desk during the lesson and boom, you fell asleep. And just now, you had felt a nudge on your shoulder...Didn't everyone leave? But hey, someone came. Came to life. He spoke up, curious.

"Hello there. Where am I?"