As Ashton stared down at the graded English project before him, he found himself stressing about his future. He had been focusing on the notes so much that he was not paying attention to anything the teacher said.

So out of frustration, Ashton wrote a note. He found himself pressing down on his pencil out of spite and anger. In result, the graphite etched deep into the paper.

Dear Teacher,
I hate you. I hate your ways of teaching and overall attitude. Sure, your body is nice, but I am sick of this. I am sick of you. You don't know what is going on in my personal life. How am I supposed to study when I am writing to courts? Normal people shouldn't have to write to law enforcement in order to get their dad a shorter sentence. I have other things going on, and it's not like my classmates'. I am not getting high or going to parties. I am trying, and that's doing more than most people.