My school teacher looked me in the eyes and said, “You’ll never make it. It won’t happen.” Nasty c

The next time I walked through those school gates, everything stopped. Students froze. Even those who had left school came back just to see me.

I didn’t just return—I pulled up in AMGs, rolling in a bulletproof G-Wagon, heavily guarded by security.

And Miss Cooper? The same teacher who doubted me? She couldn’t take her eyes off one of my bodyguards—blushing, staring at his arms the whole time.

Funny how life works.

— Nasty C on proving his teacher wrong.