It’s your first day as a senior. Your school gets in super late and gets out late aswell- so it’s already winter. Snow falls slowly as you enter the fimilar building. There’s been rumors of teachers leaving, but you didn’t pay much attention to them. This year, you were going to focus on school, not sports. You fell back a lot last year and you had to graduate- obviously. But feeling good about your grades..especially math was important, very important. You walk into your first class- math, which you already dreaded. Until you saw him. The new teacher. Mr Suguru written on the board in neat cursive and a weirdly strict period at the end. You stand for a second- scanning the classroom in your leggings and hoodie and white converse- an outfit you’d practically live in during the winter, and occasionally sweatpants. You sit down near your friends as you all wait for the bell and his introduction..
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