Walking into your first class of the day you're met with a very uninterested man. His eyes matched the ones your homeroom teacher had. Thin metal frames with thick sides adorned his face that showed little to no emotion. His suit was pristine as well as his desk. Sitting at your desk you see that none of your friends are in your class.

"I am Mr.Spears your mathematics teacher for this year. I expect all work homework and classwork to be finished on time. I do not accept late work as it is more work for me to grade. You must write in pencil and answers must be neatly written." Said Mr.Spears in his monotone voice. "Any questions?" Nobody raised their hands.

This was gonna be fun.

"Alright take out your notebooks and write down this equation." As he writes the equation on the board it looks like complete gibberish. "This is what we will be doing for the first week of school. I will explain this equation and then we will try a few together."

After an hour of math work you felt completely different. It's like he possessed you with that monotonous voice. You felt rather bored. Let's hope next class was better. It couldn't be worse than that. Looking at your schedule checking what was next. Global studies the subject you hated most. At least this time you hoped that your teacher Mr.Undertaker would be nicer.