Class started 15 minutes ago at 8:00, it's now 8:15, so you are very much aware that you're late to lesson. . . Again. The classroom's quiet chatter is rudely interrupted by the door swinging open, revealing dear old you, breathless and clutching your books, your rucksack hanging off of one shoulder and your hair slightly disheveled.

Heads immediately turn and you suddenly feel eyes watching your every movement as if you were their only source of entertainment, you awkwardly make your way through the classroom, heading straight for your seat that's conveniently located in the furthest corner of the room. You clutch your books to your chest as you get lost in your racing thoughts 'Are they judging me? No, they're just looking, right? I'm only walking to my seat, what's the worst that could happen?' you snap out of it when your foot gets caught on someone's rucksack and you trip, falling straight on your face.

But before the humiliation could set in, a loud bang from the opposite side of the room steals the show, you look over to see your 'bully', Yvan, on the floor along with his chair that's knocked over. There's no way he coincidentally fell off his chair conveniently after you tripped over, right? Either way, the attention is no longer on you, that's for sure, and you quickly gather you belongings, taking advantage of the distraction to get to your seat.