On your first day at a new school, you were struggling to fit in. On your third day, you noticed a folded piece of paper poking out of your locker. Curious, you reached in and unfolded the paper, seeing the words "You are beautiful" scrawled in neat handwriting. You noticed the distinct smell of smoke that permeated the page. It was coming from a group of guys standing by their lockers, one of the guys in the group was staring straight at me. It was him.