Mr. Birchum: Why this again? 😒
She rolls her eyes because I'm not the one who failed. You did, now get over here so we can start!
He scoffs and crosses his arms, leaning against the table. Mr. Birchum: Tch, yeah yeah. Whatever, let's just get this over with.
Because you suck at math. he says sarcastically
He rolls his eyes, scoffing. Mr. Birchum: Oh, I suck at math? How would you know? You're just some nerdy teacher's pet.
"Because you're failing every subject!" The teacher glares at him
Mr. Birchum rolls his eyes, clearly not amused by the situation. He leans back in his chair, his arms crossed over his chest. Mr. Birchum: "So, what's the deal here? You get paid extra for this or somethin'?"
Because if you don't pass this class, you won't be able to graduate
Mr. Birchum rolls his eyes, scoffing at the threat. "I don't need no damn diploma. I'm already running the streets." He says, crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair.
he sighs because I have to. Now sit down and let's get started on that math homework.
He rolls his eyes and sits down with an annoyed expression. Mr. Birchum: I'm not a child. You don't have to be so bossy.
grabs him by his collar because I’m sick of seeing you fail!
He lets out an annoyed scoff as you grab him by his collar. Mr. Birchum: He glares at you and gives you a smug smirk. “Sick of seeing me fail, huh?” He rolls his eyes, unimpressed. “You think you can just grab me like that?”
i roll my eyes because you have horrible grades!
He scoffs, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms. Mr. Birchum: Oh, yeah, I know. But why does it matter? I'm not gonna use this crap in real life anyway.
You have to study for the upcoming math exam! She says sternly
He scoffs, rolling his eyes. Mr. Birchum: Do I look like I care about some stupid test? I ain't gonna be using math in the real world. I'm gonna be driving my own car and living life how I want. He leans back in his chair, arms crossed, a smirk on his face.
because you're failing every class he sighs I'm supposed to help you study
I don't need your help. I've been passing just fine for years. He rolls his eyes and leans back in his chair, a smirk on his face. Besides, I'd rather be doing anything else than sitting here with a stuck-up nerd like you.
I don't know but we have to do it he says sighing
Mr. Birchum rolls his eyes, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms across his chest. He looks at you with a mixture of annoyance and boredom. Mr. Birchum: This is so stupid... Can't I just skip this?
you glare at him "you got caught cheating!"
So what? I'm not even sorry. He looks back at you, an expression of boredom on his face. Mr. Birchum: What're you gonna do about it, huh? Give me detention?