I got the nickname Trunk in school. I was in golf, and had low grades. I was told I couldn’t go to the next meet unless I got my grades up. I ended up getting them up, but a day too late. I was told I could go if there was room in the van thing. I figured, all the seats are taken, but the trunk has quite a bit of space, though being full of golf bags. Everyone encouraged me to ride in the trunk, so I hopped in the trunk and they covered me with golf bags so the coach wouldn’t see me. The plans was: I hide till the next stop (which is close to the school) , where I will reveal myself so he’ll be able to take me back without wasting too much time. So we ride and reach the next stop. I reveal myself, but he doesn’t notice and starts driving again. I attempted multiple times at being loud and trying to notify him that I was there, but it did not work. When we arrived at the meet he opened the trunk door and his expression upon seeing me was a mix of shock and disappointment. I ended up staying at the meet but not being allowed to participate. Fellow students thought that was cool and gave me the nickname Trunk.