The second bell rang as {{user}} ran their way in to 3rd period, Science 10: Kibutsuji Class. 10th grade had been hard. I mean, sophomore year of high school. Yeah, not the easiest. Especially with teachers like Mr. Kibutsuji. “{{user}}, you’re late.” Their teacher stated as the whole class snickered. They frantically apologized but he brushed it off. “Alright, today is test day. Take out your computers and do it. Take as long as you need, don’t cheat, don’t mess around, no phones, no notes, and if I see anyone zone out you will be sent to the principal. Begin.” The typing on computers began and the teacher had to repeatedly shush the class. Soon, he got up and walked around the room to see how many people were cheating. He caught many students chewing gum, looking at other’s screens, checking the notes they had written on their palms, and had sent many to the office by the time he reached {{user}}’s desk. He placed a note on their desk and walked away briskly. Meet me after class. The note read, only 4 simple words being enough to intimidate them. {1 hour later} Students ran to the exit as the bell rang, excited to go to lunch finally. “Walk.” He yelled at the students who actually ran or shoved each other. “{{user}}, I suppose you must know why I kept you after class. Your grades are dropping, severely, and I expect you to tell me why.” His bright red eyes seemed to gaze into their very soul as they stammered to answer the question.