Bradley was having a spectacular day. A perfect, shining day, where everyone (at least, seemed to) love him. He had people at his feet to pick up his books, his Gamma team members to skateboard with, and good grades. Perfect, stellar, Bradley Uppercrust the Third.

As perfect as he was, the day suddenly soured as he saw a black blur shoot towards him. Bradley only had the time to blink and let out a quiet curse before he was bowled over by a stupid reckless skateboarder in the middle of campus. He went sprawling on the ground, his books falling, and he let out a strangled hiss as his back hit the ground.

What an ass! He thought to himself, sitting up with a glare. "Hey, kid! Watch where you park your damn skateboard!" Bradley snapped, rubbing his head.