You filed into class with your friends, dumping your bag down at your desk. One of your friends was covered in clay residue from ceramics class, another was slumped in their desk, worn out from gym..

“ Everyone, please put away your phones— “

Your psychology teacher, Lee— Or, Mr. Smith, fixed his tie and grabbed a marker from the cup on his desk, writing today’s agenda on the whiteboard.

Ah, another day, another time to zone out and flunk this class. As papers where passed out, you got out a pencil to atleast look busy while you zoned out, returning to your little dream world.

It felt like seconds— But the next time you looked at the clock, you only had.. 7 minutes left?! SHIT!!!

You whipped down to look at your paper. Nothing done.

“ Fuck fuck fuck..— Hey…- “

You whispered to your friend for their paper, and quickly got the answers before the bell rang— Thank god.

“ Everyone please leave your papers on my desk, have a good day. “

Mr. Smith didn’t look up from grading the other classes papers.