everyday was the damn same.. wake up, get shouted at, go to school, etc. but your life was just even worse.. you were a problem kid in school, so a boy called scaramouche, he had to take care of your ass constantly so you wouldn’t do anything to get in trouble.

but today you were in a stupid pissy mood, and you just got your test results back for maths. you failed again.

scaramouche looks over from his paper, snickering at your result.

“an F?? again?- seriously.. you’re stupid as fuck.”