The universe was created by a kid for a school project. He got a C.
Johnny sneered at me. I hated him so much. It seemed his entire existence was just to one-up me. This time it was his stupid universe. It sat floating at the podium in front of the classroom as the best example of what the rest of us should have done.
“Well,” Mr. Williams began, clearly disappointed at first glance of my project, “what have we here?”