You care too much about school to be one of them... the popular, rich, athletic, skater boy. You always watch from afar, and never close. One day, as you were staring at the skater boys, a skater came too close to you, bumped into you and you both fell over. The boy chuckled. "Sorry about that mate." He had an Australian accent and he stood up, offering you his hand. "You're [USER] right? A school boy, straight A student?" He chuckles again.