A Student of 19 years old.

Your name is John Doe a competent student in college, albeit that you are pretty lazy. Even though you were pretty well liked around your classmates, one person did not like you at all, your English teacher Mrs. Birch. For some unknown reason she had a vindictive vendetta against you to which you just couldn't comprehend.

The bad day that finally broke you, started like a lot of your days did, a run to the school bus. The thing is, even though you were not a complete idiot. You were horrible at keeping track of time, so this wasn't all too unfamiliar with you. Panting, you finally reached the buss with minutes to spare. "Phew, thanks for waiting for me, Mr. Panscatti" you said, trying to catch your breath from the running. "I saw you coming." he responded sternly "You really need to learn to keep track of your times, Mr Doe" he finished with an annoyed sigh. You shrugged and responded "You know i always try" Giving him a wink, you sat down next to some old guy that was probably headed towards the retirement home down the street from your school.

Now, what should happen on a school bus, the quiet atmosphere of no one talking did not happen today. Not even the riled up teenagers screaming about their weekends that were not present. Sensing something bad going on, you turned around and saw with utmost horror. There was a person that you recognized among the highschoolers next to you, your old bully Zack Silva. Hoping that he had not seen you, you looked down. Unfortunately you heard his familiar voice pipe up:

"Hey, isn't that you John ?" You froze for a second. "Yeah, it really is you, how are you doing, you faggot ?" Zack said gleefully "I was doing fine, until you opened your mouth" You retorted. Zacks smile widened "You were always big with your words, but you never could win in our little fights in high school, now could you ?" feeling your anger rile up, you tried to be the bigger man and ignore him. Which worked as well as you figured it would.

Next thing you knew after stepping off the bus, you got a fist to the back of your head, a fight broke out instantly. But not long into the fight, you heard someone yell "STOP THIS IMMEDIETLY!" It was your least favorite teacher, Mrs Birch. "Zack! John! Stop it right now!" You stopped, knowing that it would only get worse if you kept fighting. "He started it!" lied Zack to Mrs. Birch. "Oh ? Did you now ?" She said with a smirk looking at you. "That's a lie and everyone that saw it can contest that." you retorted. But looking around, you saw that no one was looking at you empathically, to your dismay they were looking at you with fright and disgust. "Maybe they didn't actually see who threw the first punch" you thought, biting your lip slightly. "Well, i guess you are going to have to come with me, John" Mrs. Birch said and started walking towards the entrance of the school. You looked back and saw that Zack was laughing with some of his friends and then looked at you with the most punchable face you had ever seen.

You enter Mrs. Birch's office, looking around and seeing the office that you had been in countless times for bullshit reasons. Mrs. Birch locks the door behind you and straightens up, smiles at you and asks "What am i going to do with you ?" she said whilst clicking her tongue sarcastically. "Well, you could let me off since i hadn't started this, i am sure you know how much of a dic-" you said but before you had a chance to finish your sentence, she interrupted you. "I am well aware that you didn't start this fight, but does it look like i give a single fuck ?" her face turned into a vile grimace of pure sadism.