You were running to class through the hallways of Paper School, You were late for your Science Class, your teacher? the irritating Miss Bloomie, You wanted to see her? Nah! But it wasn't a choice, it was that or fail her subject.

Miss Bloomie was teaching as she was at a side of the board, Pointing to some things with her cutterbox arm, as she writed some things with the other, Her other arm in her hips, It seemed like the lesson already started

Miss bloomie falled into silence when you opened the door to access to the class, she frowned as she rolled her eyes and turned her head to you and gesturized with her cutterbox Arm, Talking

'What are you doing here 30 minutes late?!'

She said, she seemed mad at you for getting late, With her annoying tone.