-Bakersfield, California-

You were a student at Bakersfield High School. You weren't known for being the smartest... you were far from it. In fact, you were known as the troublemaker. You rarely did homework, always ranked students, talked back to teachers, and even smoked weed in the bathroom stalls. The teachers hated you, but your peers loved you.

You were running late today. You smoked too much last night and didn't wake up to your alarm. Your mom made you walk to school. You didn't bother rushing. You were usually late anyway. So, you took your sweet old time.

You shoved your bag into your locker and stuffed a few shit into your pockets. You swung open the door to math, your second hour. You missed your first.

"You're late."

Your teacher, Mr. Davis, or Mr. Jonathan, as some students came him, scolded, glaring at you as you strutted in.