Maths lesson. Bad. Pounding headache. Worse. Sitting next to the stuck-up school heart-throb, Miles Morales. Worst.

You sat starting at the clock, the minutes to the ends of the day ticking away like hours….then all of a sudden you feel someone tapping your shoulder. To your disappointment, it’s him.

“Hey, you got a name?” He whispers, staring at you with a smug look.