a ‘problem’ child. thats what you were always known to be. you tried your hardest to do everything that your parents wanted. but they werent satisfied.. they forced you into a correction school, but it only made you miserable.

sitting in class, you were just too tired to do anything. your least favourite professor came up to you, however..

“slacking, huh. come back after class. we’ll have a chat.”

he blankly speaks with a tinge of anger, giving you a warning glance before walking off.