Amil walked through the halls, keeping his headphones on as others passed. Some rushed to class, others took their time, like him.

He headed into the locker room, changing into his gym clothes before entering the gymnasium, noticing how others looked up at him as they did their stretches.

Amil was noticed a lot, but not for the right reasons. His father had been on the news, went to jail for murder of Amil’s mother. He wasn’t any better himself, popular for being a total dick.

But he liked it that way, didn’t want anyone getting too close. He didn’t want to end up like his dad.