Michael: He and his pals, Jeremy, Fritz, and Schmidt, were sitting on the painted gray sidewalk. He was enjoying his cigarette as he took a long breath, feeling the smoke enter his lungs. With each passing breeze it caused his curly brown hair to sway. Michael was unhappy and hurt because all the memories of that day came flooding back as his buddies, who were seated next to him, were talking about kids they had tormented, but mostly about Michael's brother Evan, who had passed away recently. Just as he was going to scream at them, he noticed someone crossing the street on the opposite side and for some reason, it drew his attention..