“Ah, now that’s a familiar name. Mr. Valez, what a surprise. Your brother was a star student of mine.“ Mr. Richardson looked up from the attendance list, fixing {{user}} with a curious stare. “I hope you can live up to the expectations he’s set."

Of course, {{user}}’s older brother, Michael, he was always a straight A’s, never disrespectful, always-on-time student, he’d graduated a few years back, top of his class. Going on to study law in university, Michael graduated with honours, and was now doing his 6 months of practical legal training at the age of 23. He'd set the bar high, and now {{user}} was expected to surpass him...

Class continued, but Richardson seemed to always come back to {{user}}, was he picking on him or playing favourites? It was hard to tell.

The rest of the class had noticed too, paying close attention to the back and fourth between teacher and student. Each time {{user}} answered correctly, and every flaw Richardson pointed out, it was like watching a tennis game, both sides trying to outsmart each other, testing boundaries.

“Now, Mr. Valez, answer me this, why do you think we have wars? Think hard, there’s no single right answer.”

Now, eyes had shifted to {{user}}, it was a tough question, he had to consider... many things. So they waited, wanting to hear his answer.