Chapter 1: Mark White.
"Mis.....ite...er whi...MISTER WHITE!!!!
A loud shout shattered the comforting darkness, forcefully pulling Mark back to the real world. He jumped to his feet and tore his eyes open, the dark circles around them telling the story of quite a few sleepless nights.
Panic set in when he failed to recognize anything in the blurry scene. Thankfully his sight soon cleared, and when it did, the first thing he saw was a furious face glaring at him.
"Wai-... Wha-... Where am I!!?"
This wasn't his room. His apartment wasn't so spacious, nor did it host so many people before. He didn't remember having a whiteboard either, and he wouldn't forget buying so many tables.
His exhausted mind was struggling to make sense of the situation, and just when he began to understand the angry voice returned.
"Calculus, Mr. White." Said an old man, his bloodshot eyes staring down with contempt. "You are in Calculus. The first lecture of the day. The same one you slept through since the start of the semester!"
Things were already bad but the youth decided to spill fuel on the raging flames.
"Sorry, professor." He smiled wryly and took off his noise-canceling earbuds. "It seems I've dozed off."
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The old man was fuming, his face tomato red as he struggled to control his anger. He did try to be understanding the first time, and the second, but the continuous disrespect was something no one could take for so long. He was done tolerating that kind of behavior.