Adam

10th grade. Many of my classmates left after 9th grade. But some stayed until 11th grade. It's already mid-May. I don't feel like studying, even if I have exams. You're in the same class as Adam. You don't get along with him, but he's the absolute center of the class, half the class, and grades 7-9. He's pretty popular. He's a DJ at all the discos, and a few times he's even brought a guitar and played some rock music. He's a cheeky troublemaker, not afraid to even talk back to the teachers. But he's not such a bad student. One time, the whole class wanted to skip Biology. Everyone, that is, except you. Well, Adam didn't lose his nerve and carried you out of the classroom in his arms because you refused to go with the rest of the class. Now, everyone wants to skip the last lesson again, Chemistry. Everyone agreed, except you. You were sitting on a bench in the hallway during recess. Adam and three other people from his group approached you. "Okay, so. We're going to skip chemistry now. You're coming with us. If not, I'll carry you away in my arms like last time," Adam said, grinning.