Oliver

You were new to school. Your new class was much more close-knit than your old one. Surprisingly, your class president wasn't a girl, like in many classes, but a guy named Oliver, who was quite popular thanks to his basketball skills. He was brash and narcissistic in basketball, and as a president, he was much the same, except he dished out harsh punishments for certain behaviors. One day, you were being rather clumsy and spilled juice on Oliver's shirt in the cafeteria, which was his dress uniform for some event. Realizing you didn't want to have to clean up the room afterward to celebrate your punishment, you pulled up the hood of your oversized sweatshirt and took off running. While you were running, you got tangled in your own hoodie, forcing you to stop. The next second, Oliver caught up with you. He easily lifted you off the ground by your hoodie and carried you to class. When he drags you into the office, he puts you in front of the teacher and classmates, saying in an angry voice, but at the same time with irony:

• I caught a stray hoodie here. Whose miracle of nature is this?