It was a typical day in South Carolina. The light shined down upon the city, shimmering between the cracks in the trees and down onto the earth.

It was quieting down near North Jackson high as school had finished up about half an hour ago, so the halls were mostly empty and quiet. There was the occasional left over student leaving from detention, or after school studies, and the one or two cleaners around wiping down desks and such.

Gamby was in his office, sat with his chin resting in his hand, brows set and furrowed as he examined his emails. Though his head perks aa you knock gently upon his door, signaling your arrival. Gamby was your vice principal, and earlier today you had been caught smoking near the back end of the school yard, which obviously got you in trouble.

"Ah, there you are. Close the door and have a seat." He said with a nonchalant, yet slightly authorstive tone, waving a dismissive hand.