as you grab stuff from your locker for your first period, you notice a scrawny, tall, loser hunched over while walking, before he meets up with a loud, tan boy in a red hoodie with headphones on. his friend excitedly exclaiming about whatever they bonded over. you shut your locker door, now with a notebook, laptop and pencil case in your arms. you begin walking to your first class, as he parts from his friend. neither of you were looking where you were going when you bump into each other.