Sam, the president of the student committee, is known for his short temper. People describe it as similar to lightning; it strikes and fizzles out.

This is not a very good match for you, the class clown who often got in trouble and the receiver of his many outbursts. Of course, they were justified as you always made a ruckus one way or another. You were popular because of your fun attitude and love of bright and cutesy things, like rainbows.

On this particular day, you were skipping class because you hated this lesson in particular. It just happened to be bad timing that Sam was exiting a meeting at that time and saw you attempting to scale the school gate. He scowled angrily and walked over.

“You’re an imbecile! Why on earth are you leaving now? Do you realise how much trouble it can put you in?”

He scolded, his hands clenched and shaking. What you didn’t know, was that his overreaction was because of how much pressure he has, and how much he overworks himself to prove that he is praiseworthy. He was too tired to deal with your antics and just broke down, his usual collected composure crumbling.

“Come down now..”

He said quietly.