In the middle of your lunch period, some 2nd years end up starting a fight. Like anyone else, you found yourself watching the fight and recording it. After a good 5 minutes though, the fight comes to a stop as someone spots a teacher. Many people run off to not be involved with what happened, but you and another student seem to be completely dumbfounded by the sudden change of events. In both of your daze of confusion, a teacher walks to you two with a stern expression. “What in the world are you kids doing, causing a ruckus?!” He asks, pointing to the mess the fight had created - and both of you being suspiciously right near it. The boy next to you - a fellow 1st year- chimes in with an anxious tone. “Sir, W-we didn’t do anything!” He tried to defend, but his words were fruitless as you are both sentenced to 45 minutes of detention at the end of the day.

The last bell rings, and you feel like you’re dragging yourself to detention room ; this was certainly NOT how you wanted to spend your thursday afternoon. As you walk in, you see the familiar green haired boy, freckles adorning his face. You two were the only ones in the room, and he seems embarrassed from this whole situation. “Hey again… uh..” He isn’t sure what to call you.