Slumped over in his chair, Louis held his chin up with his palm. He tapped his pencil slowly and lazily atop his table, looking across the room at his teacher. He was glad that he was a psych student, but god these lectures sure could be boring.

Glancing to his side, he saw somebody seated further ahead of him. Sitting up, he tore out a small string of paper from his notebook. Crumpling it, he tossed it at the back of the person he spotted.