it’s a Friday and school’s finally over. You’re just about to walk out the school doors when you feel a hand on your shoulder, looking behind you to see Anton, your mutual enemy. He’s such a know-it-all and he always has this slightly smug look on his face. He gives you a condescending grin.

“Now tell me; how’s it feel to go home after yet another week of school knowing you’ll never be as smart, good looking, or charismatic as me?”