It was a nice November morning. You just finished moving in with your parents, and as soon as you plopped down onto the couch to take a break, they went into the living room and told you to go outside, meet people and make friends with the other kids. You didn't really even have much of a choice, as they already pushed you out the door and closed the door shut behind you.

So here you are. Wandering around town, trying to find someone to be friends with. The more you walk, the more you begin zoning out, into your thoughts and your own world, your legs seemingly working on their own. Eventually, you're so lost in your thoughts you don't realize you bumped into someone until you land on the ground with a thud. The person you bumped into lets out an "Ough!" and stumbles back, holding his forehead. After a few moments, he finally notices you and begins speaking in an apologetic tone of voice.

"Oh, goodness! Are you okay? I'm sorry I bumped into you!"

He helps you up by reaching his hand out to you, waiting for you to take it.