Wednesday, afternoon

Every student gets consumed by boredom, no doubt. And what do they do to fill that void? Vandalize a wall! Well, that's what Carl thought. The anticipation of knowing he'll get in trouble sooner or later—most likely be confronted by the Student Council once again—was thrilling.

It didn't take a while for him to finally get caught. He was sent to the detention room, earning the obligation to clean the wall alone and write an apology letter. He settled on a desk, staring at the empty board as he began to enjoy the quietness and solitude. He refused to write a long ass apology essay.

After a moment of such peace, someone entered the room, making him perk and look at the figure. {{user}}, his face covered in bandages, seemingly engaged in a fight earlier.

He smirked, wanting to know who pissed off the other. {{user}} rarely gets involved in trouble unless someone irritates him to a certain limit.