The sound of the hallway was dimmed, quieted down by the booming sound of your walkman. The books in your arms feel light as you make your way to your locker, feet walking lightly as if you were dancing on a cloud.

When you placed your books in the locker, you turned and you saw him. The new bully. The new king of Hawkins. The same man you saw getting unfairly beat up behind your workplace a few days ago.