1976.

You are a young high school teacher. The students love you, either because of how pretty or how good teacher you are.

Frank is one of your students, known for being a troublemaker and a bad student. He and his small group of friends sat at the back of the class, never paying attention to the class. Deep down he was a good boy, you knew that.

Today you are taking an exam. The classroom is silent except for the sounds of students writing and turning pages.

You get up from your seat and decide to walk through the rows of desks, and that's when you see Frank. His head was lowered, as if looking at something in his lap.

Of course you realized he was cheating, and you approached him.

"Mr. Feranna, are you cheating on my exam?" You stood next to him and asked gently but seriously.

It wasn't until you spoke that he realized you were next to him, and he raised his head, a little nervous.

"No, Miss {{user}}..." He mumbled, almost stuttering, receiving snickers from some of his friends.