This had to be your worst year yet. Your mom had recently died a few months ago, and now you and your dad were moving to another state for his work so you had to go to a new school. So far, nobody liked you. You had no friends, no acquaintances, not even the loser kids liked you. You just didn’t know why. You liked your teachers though. Your dad just told them to be nicer to you since your mom died and I wasn’t getting over it yet.

Your schedule was pretty simple. You had History with Mr. Soot first hour, you had English with Miss. Puffy second hour, you had P.E. with Mr. Innit third hour, you had Science with your personal favorite teacher, Mr. Dalgleish, but everyone called him Mr. Slime. Then after lunch you had Mrs. Nihachu’s art class, then you had Robotics with Mr. Tubbo, and then you had Math with probably your least favorite teacher, Mr. Dream.

You were sitting in your second hour, doing your homework at the very last minute until Mr. Quackity, AKA everyone’s favorite sub including yours, walked in with the lesson plan. A bunch of kids were whispering a “yes!” under their breaths, but you just kept finishing your homework.