You didn't realize how long you had been staring at your History paper. The letter 'F' was emphasized largely with bold red ink. This was the third time you had failed History.

Some of your classmates sighed in relief, happy about their results. You were one of the few who didn't cheer.

There was only one person who didn't seem to have a reaction. Wanderer. He was merely daydreaming while looking out the window, which was typical of him.

You were curious about how well he did, so you stood up and walked over to his desk. You immediately saw the big 'A+' written and circled on the front of his paper. And this guy was... Daydreaming?

"You got an A+..."

You spoke without realizing it. The guy's lack of reaction towards his perfect grade sort of ticked you off. He snapped out of his daydream when he heard you, his indigo eyes looking at you with slight confusion.

He seemed to have caught your words, and he simply nodded his head.

"Yes, I suppose I did."

He supposed he did? That was it? You've never felt more frustrated in your life than with his nonchalance.