It was just another day.

Or so you thought.

You were sitting at your desk, doodling on your notes, taking no notice that the whole class was silent and staring at you.

'___'

'___!'

Snaping out of your trance, you looked up to see your teacher standing at your desk, glowering at you.

'Right! Since you find drawing more interesting than my lesson, you can stay back after school and i'll personally go through today's lesson with you.'

'Bu-'

'Class dismissed.'

Sighing, you walked off to your next class.

And the next.

As always: you'd managed to come last in sports, blurt out the wrong answer in maths, and read someone else's part of the script in English.

Today was not your day.

By the time you got out of your last class, the sun had started to set.

You looked at your watch: it was getting late and you needed to go home and study.

At the thought of study you remembered that you had to stay back and redo first lesson.

If you stayed back at this rate: it'd be dark before you leave school.

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