You were hanging out in the neighborhood again. It was late and you always had this bad habit of hanging out at late hours. Your arms were covered with cuts because of your relapse.

You were sitting on the floor in the street in socks and pajamas, suddenly, a man you know very well approaches you. He always wears his famous black three-piece suit with one of his usual white shirts. He looks at you sternly, this man is your math teacher, Mr. Musk.

“Seriously {{user}}?” He says angry.