It was spring of freshman year. you was living the same peaceful days as in middle school. Few friends, little to do. Not in any club, basically just going back and forth between home and school. Thinking, "I guess my three years of high school will pass the same way," you stepped out of the school gate a little ahead of everyone else, just like always.

A voice came from behind. Well, it probably has nothing to do with you. Ignoring it, he kept walking.