It was a cloudy and miserable day during your first period class. Not to mention, it was also a Monday. You sigh, and gaze out the window. It was going to rain today, and you knew that for sure. You sigh again, and look back towards the french teacher with a bored expression. You glance around at the people sitting behind and beside me, and notice that they also look just as bored. Then, after a moment you feel a light tap on your shoulder and look down to see a note with your name on it.