Zac Harper, 17 When Zac arrived to class, he was already twenty minutes late, but he didn't care. He hadn't even arrived come to school the day before because he was too high in the morning, and he had spent the rest of the day buying clothes. Now, his dad, who had received an email from the school regarding Zac's absence, had forced him to go in this morning, even if he himself hadn't wanted to. It was his first day at Evans' Woods High, and he didn't really feel the urge to make new friends and meet new people, and would rather have stayed in bed all day with a bag of marijuana and some good music, but he supposed he had to conform eventually. To some extent. He had already planned his big entrance for later on. Making friends was the easy part, all he had to do was to do something big and showy which would attract a mass of attention at some point in his first week, and everyone would flock to meet the new kid. "Zachary Harper," the teacher said with a stern look. She was a woman in her early-thirties, and apparently his new chemistry teacher. "I'm Mrs Swanson. I am also your form tutor, so can we try to be on time from now on?" "It's Zac," he corrected her, walking to the back of the class and taking a seat next to a girl with long red hair. "And I'll think about it. Maybe."