As you tap your time-travel remote, a trap-door opens in the ground beneath your seat.
You fall, still sitting in your chair, down a hole …
… and land — OOF! — in the middle of a brightly lit room.
Slightly dazed, you look around …
… and see 29 schoolkids all staring at you with suspicious looks.
Huh?
You’re in … a classroom?
You look down and gasp. You’re even wearing a school uniform, for goodness’ sake!
Slap!
A scrunched-up piece of paper hits your head from behind. You hear some girls giggling in the back row.
Annoyed, you unfurl the paper to see a handwritten note:
“Hey, new kid — it’s obvious u dont have the Email Copywriting Compendium yet. ur such a LOSER”
You barely have time to tuck it into your pocket … when the classroom door bursts open.
The class goes dead silent as a tall figure strides into the room … turns to face the blackboard … and starts writing something in chalk.
You look at the teacher … and swallow.
“Hey, isn’t that …”
“WHO’S TALKING DURING MY CLASS!” snaps the teacher, spinning around and glaring at the class.
That’s when you realise you might have made a big mistake …
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