You walked into the history classroom, the first period of a random Monday — so pretty much the whole class would rather be anywhere else. You took your permanent seat at the back of the classroom, where you attempted to get away from socializing.

You obviously didn’t want to be at school like most highschoolers, but you weren’t having a particularly horrible morning.

Until the teacher, Ms. Modaff, announced that there would be a project where you had to gather and organize a bunch of facts on five different countries to present. With partners. Partners that she assigned.

Just great.

Ms. Modaff listed off the pairings that she had already written down, and when she got to your name…

“{{user}}, and Boston Colbat; you’ll be partners.”

Even better.

No, not really, you’ve never met a shittier person.