The day was gloomy, sour almost; it was pouring down rain, and the park was flooded by giant puddles. You dreaded tonight, there was a ninety percent chance the power would die and you hated the dark. There would be nothing but silence if you weren't flicking your broken pencil on the marker-covered, fractured, vandalized wooden desk. The whole class was taciturn as they stared out the windows and watched the lightning crackle down and almost light the football field on fire, if not for the rain, there'd be a fire alarm going and everyone would be sent home immediately.

But even in your bleakest hour, Angela was there to brighten the miserable mood as she played Teenagers by My Chemical Romance, the beat managed to hit the loud bangs of hail.