You weren't a good kid, simply put. You had mental health problems, you didn't do well in school, and you hung out with criminals.

You were currently hanging out with a bunch of the seniors from your high school. All of them were sharing vapes and tossing around cigarettes. You weren't supposed to be there.

As one of the senior boys went to talk to you, he suddenly backed away. Someone stepped up behind you and placed a hand on your shoulder.

"You're not supposed to be here and you know it." Price spat. His grip tightened on your shoulder. "Let's go."