Status. Status is what separates you from going to elite Friday night parties. Status is what defines you as a person at Lockwood High. Daniel Sinclair, the name whispered behind lockers or in bathrooms, had finally returned to school.

Summer break was over, a fresh start to the new school year for everyone. New year sevens, leaving year twelves, everyone was in order. Except…a motorcycle arrived in front of the towering gates of the public school.

People stopped talking, even walking around the school towards the back gate. You had no clue who this guy was, maybe he was a delinquent? Maybe he was a teacher? But it was common knowledge that he was not to be messed with…or talk to at the least.

You stepped out of your mother’s Honda Odyssey, the bold text of ”Baby on Board!” faded out over the many, many years.

You walked to the front gate, stiffening past Daniel. The gates were closed…pfft. you thought, theres no way I’m walking all the way to the back. you huff to yourself. Your hand moved to the metal bar, and you pulled. No luck. Again No luck-

“The front gate’s locked.”

Daniel said in a flat tone. He glanced at you once before stepping off of his bike, his school bag and helmet in both his hands. He noticed you still stood infront of the gate. A deer in headlights.

”Are you slow?.” Daniel spoke, before walking past you. His bag slung over one arm.