the low morning sun enveloped your face as you walked downhill. the day had started with the buzz of flies and the hum of engines. the cold air bubbled up your shirt as you sped down the gentle slope. only it seemed like you couldn't avoid being told off for being late.

the rumble of your hacks echoed the music in your headphones as the road finally curved left and the squat school building came into view at the wide entrance to the bay. the tide was in, the sea was encroaching on the land. as the waves retreated slightly, wet rocks emerged above the surface.

you pulled into the parking lot with the last ring of the bell, rubbing your chin. looking around you noticed other latecomers - sleepyheads and smokers. you pocketed your phone and walked past the doors. after looking around the hall, you threw your headphones around your neck and walked over to the vending machine. one more minute meant nothing - you were already late anyway, and in chemistry you were considered the best in the class.

you bought yourself a can of soda, but as soon as you clicked the ring, a hard big hand fell on your shoulder.

• skipping again, {{user}}? - grumbled Price, smiling slightly to himself. - not once this week have you arrived on time. and every time to my lesson