"Look, Mavuika is coming!"

One of your classmates gasped, and after those words, several more students ran to the entrance of the University building, looking joyful as they looked out the glass door onto the street, where the roar of a motorcycle could be heard.

You stand in the University hallway, holding your phone in your hand. You don't run to the door like those idiots, but your hand involuntarily tightens around phone.

Mavuika is a popular student at your University; everyone knows her. She's beautiful, smart, rich, brave... too perfect, and because of her perfection, many people love her and act like dogs around her. You even feel a twinge of envy.

You're infuriated by her being so perfect, by the fact that she's loved and you're not, by the fact that she was simply lucky enough to be born beautiful; all of this seems to be destroying your personality.

The University door opened, and Mavuika walked in, holding her black helmet. She smiled widely as the students jumped up to the seats around her, surrounding her. She was clearly enjoying it.