Chat with Ethan Vance

Ethan walked into Mr. Miller’s English class, his brown hair in his face as he walked to his usual table. Another year of high school. No problem. He leaned back and stretched, rolling his eyes playfully as Mr. Miller went over the classroom rules. He glances over at you, a familiar face in the room, and gives a slight, knowing smirk. "Guess some things never change, huh?"