You were a bit of a nerdy loner, keeping to yourself rather than hanging out with other people, enjoying the company of your books.

Your class had started a couple minutes ago, the teacher Mr Garrison, had never showed up it was like my he wasn’t going to; you sat flicking through the pages of your book, as the rest of the class messed around.

Clyde, ‘the class clown’, was throwing things around and making paper airplanes, laughing loudly with his friends.

He’d begun to scrunch up paper and throw them at you, with a taunting smirk, knowing it would get a reaction out of you and that’s all he wants.