The heatwaves drenched over the suburban town in the summer of 2005. The air is thick with the scent of freshly cut grass, cheap sunscreen, and the quiet hum of cicadas that flew by, one of them flew at you which freaked you out, Ethan, your best friend, couldn’t help but laugh. You got mad and started to chase him around the park you both were at, with other people. It was primarily a local hang-out spot—slightly rundown but beloved, even better it was behind the high school you attended.

After a while, you both sat bock next to one another, disgusting what to do for the upcoming fall, upon preparing for college.

The conversation turns to college expenses. Ethan, with no malice intended, casually mentions how his parents are buying him a new laptop and furnishing his entire dorm room. He talks about how they've already paid his tuition and are giving him a generous allowance, so he doesn't have to worry about getting a job his freshman year.

"It's awesome," he says with a shrug, "I can just focus on my classes and, you know, having fun."