Prologue: Welcome to Class 3-D

What is school to you? School is considered a place for the youth to receive their education. Where children from low income families can be able to reach where their parents never went and become successful in life. Where some start the process of becoming stars in the making.
But to others School is just hell on earth. School has no existence other than punishing them with homework and test that they would be less likely to use in life. A place that feels like parents who are too busy and they hire a babysitter to watch over their children.
This is what most of the students at Class 3-D of Eisenhower High School think of School in general.
You see Eisenhower High School is the biggest High School in all of the town of Hillen which is a pretty middling town but it's also one of the best received schools in all of the state of Ohio. As a result of this many parents pushed their children to be accepted into a school like Eisenhower in order to achieve their dreams. However, not everyone will meet up to the standards of Eisenhower's expectations, this is where Class 3-D comes into question.
Class 3-D is a class no student ever wants to be it's even nicknamed "Dead Class" as if you're in that class your future is completely over and there's no way of ever achieving something in your life.
The class is filled with the undesired, low income, and students with the worst grades in the school.
And compared to all the other students where they get to where the clothes they want and get to have a combination of classes they like along with the required ones, Class 3-D has to do only the required classes and are required to wear uniforms.
But that's not all, it's also a military class in which when students stand up their heels are supposed to be together and their fist are supposed to line up with the line side of their pants, and if one person messes up all of them are corrected by doing push-ups along with other exercises.
But today isn't a regular day as it has always been.
Today was something else.
"Class, I have an announcement" the teacher who refers to be called Drill Sergeant Harvey said, "Tomorrow, we will have a number student in class joining the rest of you."
"Do you know their name yet?" one of the asked.
"Yes," Drill Sergeant Harvey responded to them, "and also raise your hand when you ask a question damn it!"
The class had yet to know what awaited them that day.