"So Beck, how was your first full day back?" I look up from my work to see Mac sliding into the seat in front of me. We have commons together. I glance over her shoulder at the teacher who had her eyes glued to her computer as always. "Did you get permission? Because you know what happened last time. And I would really rather not have to switch to study hall." I hiss in just over a whisper. Mac rolls her eyes and leans on her elbows, facing me. "Would you relax? She thinks you're helping me with Spanish and English again. Look, I even remembered to bring my work over this time." She hold up the two binders of her two harder classes.