ANTHONY’S POV
It was one of those days when school was just not interesting enough for me to willingly keep my eyes open during class. Biology wasn’t my favourite subject and the person who taught it made the experience worse. We were given an assignment last week, but I couldn’t find my textbook so I didn’t do it. Of course, misplacing your textbook wasn’t a reasonable excuse for not doing your homework, so I got detention and my own personal essay: A Fifteen-Paged Essay Explaining Cell Division According to Some Famous Scientist Who Apparently Discovered It. It didn’t help at all that I was artfully taking a nap while Mrs. Brown – whose daughter I apparently dry-humped in ninth grade just to convince myself and everyone else I wasn’t gay – was explaining said assignment.
“Hey Tony.” I
