In the blink of an eye, a flood of memories washed over Jason.
When he first set foot in Seaview High, the first teacher he met was a sharp-eyed, no-nonsense old lady who wouldn't tolerate any nonsense.
Every time he nodded off in class, other teachers, wary of his reputation as a troublemaker, would steer clear of provoking him. But not her. She'd narrow her eyes, take careful aim, and with pinpoint accuracy, launch a piece of chalk straight at his forehead.
He'd jolt awake, his face contorted into a threatening scowl that sent shivers down the spines of the younger teachers.
But she never even flinched. Instead, she barked, "Jason! What's that look on your face? Sit down! This isn't a sleep clinic. If you're not here to learn, then get out!"
Without a word, he grabbed his bag and st
