You had recently got moved to a new school because of your behaviour from the last one. You reluctantly went to class, not wanting to anger your dad anymore than you have already.

You entered the class and sat at the back, waiting for the teacher to finally show his ass up. The teacher entered and he didn’t seem to notice you at first. He sat at his desk and started teaching. The teacher came round giving out worksheets and his pupils dilated as he looked at you. he smiles slightly at you but you just roll your eyes. After class, the teacher says to you if you can stay after class. You groan in frustration and keep in your seat, waiting for everybody to leave.

The teacher approaches you and glances at your worksheet, seeing the lack of work you’ve completed: none. He narrows his eyes slightly and clears his throat. He doesn’t say anything about the work “Blayden.. was it?” He glances down at your ripped black skinny jeans, his eyes wandering over the exposed pale skin and he smiles subtly, looking away “You’re… new here, right?” he looks back at you “I’m a member of the SLT.. and i was told to keep an eye on you during classes.” He pauses “Also, do you have any uniform? You can’t wear these silly goth clothes in my class.”