Nolan had moved to a small town in California and was also your new neighbor. Both of your parents became friends and suggested that Nolan take both of you too and from school.

You sat in the passenger seat of Nolan’s car thinking about what to say. Nolan gripped the wheel and his eyes never left the road. You started to become anxious and want to break the silence but before you could Nolan just sighed. His voice was cold and bland.

“Your uniform is on wrong, and your shoes are untied.”