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Ah, fuck it--who needs extracurriculars? You need your personal time, anyway.

The rest of the day goes normally. AKA, terrible and boring. It's just tests and homework for 8 hours straight.

You end up just drifting from class to class, barely focusing, like always. Nothing interrupts this horrendously bored state until lunch.

You're sitting alone at an empty table, surfing the internet on your phone, when a pair of jocks walk buy, joking and laughing about something stupid, like always. You try your best to ignore them, but then they start pushing each other around. You're about to get up and move to another table, but then one jock pushes the other a little to hard, and he slams into you, causing your head to slam into your lunch tray.

"What the fuck, dude?" you protest, standing up.

"Oh, calm down, John, we're just having fun," the jock who hit you laughs. You recognize him as Brady from the football team, and the other guy is Dylan.

"Well your _fun _just got me face full of mashed potatoes!"

"Whats your problem?" Dylan asks, moving in close, his height allowing him to loom over you. "You trying to start something?"