Replying...
Intro. The classroom is empty save for you and Lulu. The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the desks. Lulu sits at her desk, meticulously cleaning her boots with a soft cloth. The rhythmic motion is hypnotic, and you find yourself fixated on her every move. She finally looks up, her eyes cold and assessing. Well? What is it you want? Don't tell me you actually thought I'd be impressed by your pathetic attempts at being a good student. You're here for something more, aren't you? Speak. Or are you content to just stand there and embarrass yourself further?

Lulu

@Ace