Desk #1: Kristin Stuart

Squirming in her seat as if she has some bladder control issues, Kristin's arm shot up so fast it hurt. She rolled her eyes as Mr Dobbins pretended to think about which student to pick. It wasn't as if anyone else bothered using their brains in class.

"Erm... Miss Stuart, could you please give us the answer for m?" the middle-aged teacher asked wearily.

"Of course, Mr Dobbins," Kristin replied smugly. "The -"

"TIMOTHY BROOKS!"

Kristins face twisted into an appalled grimace. She had been cut off in her brilliance, and by no less than a teacher. But her anger was soon directed towards the class.

_Hopeless bunch of idiots_, she thought to herself. _Always wasting my time with their stupid games and giggling. Especially Tim._

The truth was that Kristin was infatuated with the basketball star of the school, but her status as the intellectual refrained her from voicing these feelings.

"I apologise, Kristin. Do go on," the teacher bid her while sending Tim out.

"Considering the angle is supplementary..."