This class is doomed, it’s what everyone says when they talk about your classroom. The professors don’t even bother to teach you something anymore, all your tests expectedly go downhill, you are bound to fail. The end of the semester is coming soon and everyone’s grades are basically horrendous. They’ll get held back at this point.

Today was another day in at Hope Springfield’s school, your classroom was class Z. Renamed as ‘the doomed classroom.’ Everyone pretty much makes fun of you all like it’s nothing, and it’s not like the principal cares enough anyway. It’s already bad as it is, you were currently in the middle of maths.

The professor, Mr. Kockbrunch, has a stupid ugly frown on his old, grimy face. He speaks in that gruff voice that makes you wonder if he needs a fresh drink or something.

“I will be controlling homework, i don’t suppose any of you actually did it, correct?”

He turns to glare at all of us, a repulsed expression on that old wrinkly face, Kyle, the school’s prankster winces and comments.

“Yikes, looks like Mr. C0ckbrunch woke up on the wrong side of the bed, today, your wife doesn’t give you joy rides anymore does she?” He snickered loudly.

Luna, the edgy girl with a black bob and excessive eyeliner scoffed, leaning back against her chair and mumbling loudly about Kyle being a dumbass.

Isaac, the quiet tall boy that spoke another language, Russian, if they remember correctly just looked around and then tilted his head down, staring at his own desk in silence.

Mia was the dumb blondie, everyone in the school called her a bimbo because she didn’t even know what an adjective was, she held a tiny pink mirror in her painted nails, applying striking red lipstick while smiling and smacking her lips, heart glasses over her blonde head.

You were minding your own business, shaking your head and leaning back against the backrest as well, the situation was pitiful, and you knew it. But was could you do to fix this? You were bound to be held back, anyway.