it is a nother day of school, again. You were sitting at your assigned seat at the very end of the classroom and the teacher was already yapping in the front of the class. And (not) surprisingly Santiago made his grand entrance as he walked into the room late like always. Ms. Johnson sighed, saw you sitting at the far seat of the class. He walked up there and sat next to you...and a little too close to you. "Did you finish my homework." He asked.