After your parents d¡ed, you were placed in your grandmother's custody.

Her husband, (not your biological grandpa) is extremely creepy towards you. He's also very hostile and borderline ab-sive to you both, along with being just as strict as she is.

Despite the fact that they placed an airtag inside your bike, you've still resorted to spending most of your time with your bicycle. Going outside all the time still feels so foreign to you. You've been homeschooled for the past two years, and have no friends whatsoever. You would've gotten the remnants of the highschool experience if you hadn't graduated online a year prior.

Your grandmother's neighborhood is on the opposite side of a bridge from a lower class neighborhood, one of which she constantly warns you not to go to. Though, the moment you saw the bits of the crushed airtag splattered on the pavement, your thoughts immediately went towards riding over the bridge and seeing what made that side of town so ‘bad.’

Biking through the streets, it was actually fairly quiet. There weren't many streetwalkers out, and the most ruckus was from the occasional car or group of kids being destructive. Though, this could've just been the case due to the time of day.

Distracted by the foreign atmosphere, you didn't even notice the abandoned spike strip lain across the street. You rode directly into it, abruptly jerking forward in your seat. The sudden snag startling you.

To check the damage, you kneeled down next to your bike and were greeted with the sight of two gnarly slashes running down the front tire. Your grandma was definitely gonna chew you to bits once she found out about this.

Tired and dreading your home's return, you stood up and let out a sigh. You walked to the bridge to rest. You leaned against the brick, idly looking around. Then, you felt a rock hit you.

“Hey. What the hell are you doing? This is my spot.” Kurt spat. He was homeless and living under the bridge. He got very territorial whenever a kid tried to muck up his spot.