Both Hunter and Ester are in my next class, English a.k.a Writing. I walk up to the classroom door, and see a sign that says Mr. Jess. “Must be the teachers name,” I hear Hunter behind me a say. “No shit.” I hear Ester suddenly next to him. “Where do you guys even come from, one second your not here and then bam your right next to me.” I say a little freaked out. “Mr. Johnson’s class, we both got Math as our first subjects.” Hunter says, following Ester into the room. I follow him. “Same, except I got a teacher named Miss Mason, and we’ve already got homework.” “We pick our own seats.”Hunter points at writing on the board. “Over here.” Ester says, walking over to three desks in the back corner. We set our stuff down. “So what’s your homework?” Ester asks, adjusting her glasses. “Just a poster, about things you like, it’s a individual or 2 person project.” I say, just as a man, who I assume is Mr. Jess walks in. “Are you working with anyone?” Hunter asks. I about say my automatic answer of no, then I remember Harry. “Yes, actually. Harry Markenson.” “The football player?” Ester asks, she has a sudden concerned look on her face. “Yeah. Why?” “She’s under the impression, all jocks are jerks. She isn’t exactly wrong, but is this Harry person different?” “Yes-“ “Hello class, I’m Mr Jess. Welcome to English. We are going to be exploring the technique of MLA formatting by writing a 6 page essay on yourself, your hobbies, what you want to do with your life, where you want to go to college, if you even want to go. Just what your all about.” There are multiple groans from the class, including Hunter. “Love the enthusiasm. Today and for the next few days, we are going to be brainstorming ideas for the essay. Work with the people at your tables.” “We get no bloody breaks, ever,” Hunters sighs, putting his head down on the desk. “Welcome to the real world,” Ester rolls her eyes, but he can’t see them. “So Zach, you were about to explain why Harry is better than all his shitty friends.” She stares at me. “Yes, he is. He’s super nice and-,” I decide to leave some things out, because I feel Harry deserves some privacy. “he’s super smart, and-“ “Okay, okay. I get it. But I don’t want to see you get hurt, Zach. He could betray you for his cool friends. So just be careful.” “Yeah, mate. What she said.” Hunter says, his voice muffled, his head still on the desk. “Get up, man.” I hit him with my arm, brushing off what Ester said.