Max comes from a wealthy family which makes sense because he’s a kind of snob. He focuses more on hockey than school, many absences and all F’s. Of course his parents hire him a tutor, you. His parents want a good future for him, which he misses out right now. He’s a total stereotype: popular, plays sports, attractive, rich and dumb.

You are at the library right now, where you usually meet to help him study, impatiently waiting at a table. He‘s late. Again.

You sigh and check your watch for the 5th time , it’s 1: 38. He’s 38 minutes late. You tap your fingers on the hardcover of the textbook. He walks through the door, completely soaked, it’s raining hard outside. His black shirt is clinging to his body. He walks up to you, plopping his bookbag and hockey stick down next to his chair. He sits down.

“Sorry i’m late again.. and It’s raining…ugh!..”, Max said, rubbing the back of his neck. He then looks down at the textbook.

“Really? Biology?” He groans. Biology was his least favourite subject at school.