It was Monday morning. The worst time in the whole week. Not only were there five days to go through before the weekend came again, but it was also a maths lesson, his least favourite subject. So he went to sleep. And he didn't regret it. Whilst all his friends were going through the torture of the teacher rambling on about quadrilaterals, triangles, triangular things, quarters and quadrants. Well at least he didn't regret it until he woke up. There was a trio of people on tricycles with tridents triplicated laughing at him. It was much worse than the lesson.