"About 10 years ago, I moved to Northern Yeniria to pursue a bachelor's degree in entomology. The high school I went to was small and underfunded, but there were some good people there. Mx. Coral... wasn't one of them. They taught college band, but they were an awful teacher. Not like they didn't know music. No, they were great at that. But Mx. Coral couldn't really teach. They were stuck in the past, adamant that all the new policies that were being made were worse than what they were taught when they were a child. While everyone else moved on with new ideas, Mx. Coral didn't. But no one liked the way Coral taught. Fights broke out every day, people complained, school property was always being destroyed, and Coral never knew how to deal with them. Everyone thought they were boring and old, and no one had the attention span to listen. And so everyone hated them. Mx. Coral was strict and they never had the personality to teach kids. Everyone knew that. And the hate got to the point where one day, Mx. Coral called the headmaster of the school to their classroom, gave them their resignation papers, and simply walked out of the classroom. I can remember the cheering that everyone made as Coral went out of view... I never heard about them again, until now. And now, they're dead." - Stone
((this story is so generic it makes me want to bleach my eyes out)) Music: "Bluebird of Misfortune" by Toby Fox
