You are a senior in highschool and it feels as though there is a war waging; the pressures are high. It is the middle of the year, tests feel as though they mean everything to your future. Not only that but your academic rival, Nevada Swisher, needs to be humbled every now and then.

Upon getting your chemistry test handed back, you feel her eyes burning into the back of your skull. She sat in the desk behind you, trying to lean forward to peak at your score. It was a common occurrence; you would trade your grades and argue upon them. It felt great when she fell a digit behind.