*BEEP BEEP BEEP* *moaning and hissing* I roll to my side and hit the snooze button on my arch nemesis, the evil alarm clock. I lay awake at 6:45am, wondering why my parents hate me so much that they're making me go back to school today. I kid you not, prison sounds like paradise compared to school at this point. I'm out the door by 7:15am, hoping my ancient station wagon doesn't crap out on me on Kenyon Road as I pull into school. Right as I arrive to school and put my car in park, I of course see Rob Cuda and the rest of the pathetic football jocks. Those morons are the last group I'd rather see at 7:30 in the morning. I swear, the only thing I've got going for me this morning is Mrs. Becker's art history class scheduled for first period. At least I know I'll get to take a nap at the table in the back since she always teaches with the lights off.

"Mr. Pinkman. Mr. Pinkman. MR. PINKMAN!" I jump out of my seat in shock with Mrs. Becker standing over me.

"Mr. Pinkman, class ended 13 minutes ago. Don't you have to get to second period?" I spot room 201 on my schedule and sprint down the hallway. I open the door and nonetheless do I see Mr. White standing at the front of the room, lighting a match about to set some stupid chemical stuff on fire.

"Ah, Mr. Pinkman, I'm glad you decided to join us. Let's hope you stay the entire school year without an expulsion, eh?" The entire class giggles. I took Mr. White's chemistry class last year but got kicked out because I "stole and damaged school property" that belonged to him. I took some lighters from him because I needed some for my bud and I'm pretty sure I lit a few garbage cans on fire with my buddies for fun. I didn't really see what the big deal was. As you can see, Mr. White and I aren't too fond of each other. I grab a seat in the back and watch the clock on the wall go by slower than ever before.