146 | 021130

I was sitting in a very high-school-esque math class. K was to my left. For some reason, I began repeatedly hitting him, and he apparently ended up dying from it. This got the teacher mad. She was some bitter middle-aged British woman. In a brief moment, everyone was facing a new direction in the classroom. All desks were turned 90 degrees clockwise. The teacher felt the need to punish the whole class for my act. She explained [and wrote on the board] that we had a choice to make regarding a test we recently took. Either we get our normal grades and suffer the consequences of having committed homicide, or everyone gets a 3 out of 100 as their grade and goes guilt free. No one thought this was fair. Somehow, K was in the room walking around, seemingly helping the teacher devise her punishment. He was most likely a ghost. He asked me where I work, and he could not stop laughing. I got nervous and went blank, until I finally muttered Media Play. He kept laughing and walking around the classroom.