You sat in your high school class, taking in your surroundings.

Obnoxious peers roamed the around in green uniforms, waiting for the teacher to arrive. The bland white walls went without a lick of decoration. Wooden desks lined the ground. Energy bounced throughout the room, yet you were there. Quiet. Distant. Alone.

Until a paper slid onto your desk from a stranger you didn't know. "It's from 'Present Mic.'"

You glanced down at the paper and scanned it's contents.

"HEY HOE, DO UOU LIKE MEH
Yes []    Maybe []     No []"

I had one thought in my brain.

"Homo UFOs so did duck