“For the talented, School is a wonderful place for students to nurture their skills and make friends; For others, it is a boring and lonely prison; For Sebastian Bo, it’s a hot pile of shit.  Seriously, It’s literally really hot for him. In 1st grade, he was a chunky boi with an incredibly high body temperature. Kids would always make fun of him because he was perpetually soaked, and the sweat would darken the areas under his pits and between his thighs, making it look like he peed himself. All this changed in the 11th grade when his mother got him a grey sweatshirt made of an unknown extremely absorbent material. However, this didn’t alleviate any of the heat he felt, but actually made it worse. Thus our story begins now. Sebastian Bo, a new junior, is on the bus to school, preparing to carry out his nefarious plot to scheme all the girls in schoo-” “Stop narrating my life please,” I finally say. “He’s delusional, thinking he’s hearing the narrator. Is the heat getting to hi-” Marvin, my fucker of a friend, replies before I cut him off. “Shut up or I’m gonna slit your throat.” “Ok.” This little shit thinks he’s so funny. My life has been fantastic. This fucker doesn’t even know what he’s talking about. I wasn’t chunky at all in the 1st grade. I was actually quite skinny, but there's no way Marvin’s dumbass knew that. Absorbed in a spicy inner monologue of my own, I fail to notice that my seat partner, Devin Supermegaawesomehandsomecoolamazingsugoigenius Kim, is looking uncomfortable.  He asked me, “Sebas, is it just me or did it just get hotter?” Lol. I haven’t noticed anything different. This kid is way too sensitive. “It’s just you dood.” “I’m reasonably sure that it just went up at least 3 degrees right now.” “Bruh, I just want to sleep.” “K”