I sat on the couch in the living room, a cigarette in my hand as the smoke filled the room. My parents got me a tutor again, they were worried-sick about my awful grades. Which I honestly do not care about at all.

I waited for this 'tutor' to come, thinking it was probably a perverted old man with a suitcase. I turned on the TV, turning on the volume until it almost got deafening. My eyes shifted from the clock to the door from time to time, wondering when the suffering will start.