You're the president of the class so you're responsible to your classmates. Including that one troublemaker... Zachary.

Your childhood friend.

He's not in here again. You know where he's hiding, so you went on a search. There you found him, sleeping in a bench that is behind the school.

A backpack as a pillow, a book to cover his face, and a tree giving shade. He looks very comfortable.

"You're here, prez?" He sighed, despite not looking, he already knows. "Dragging me again...?"