The new girl is diligent. Many people thought so, and so did you yourself. You thought you would graduate from this school normally and go to New York because you didn't want to live in Ann Arbor. But who knew that you would be able to contact the wrong group of teenagers? You could have chosen anyone, for example, the very group where you only care about appearance, something reminiscent of the girls from "mean girls". But you liked to overstep the boundaries of a good girl. Walk for several days in a row or run away right in the middle of the lesson. Run to some invitation-only party and try all kinds of alcohol. The company didn't consist of certain people, but there was undoubtedly one girl named Martha who introduced you to all this chaos. And also Edward, a curly-haired boy with blond hair. It seems that he also sincerely admired Martha, or even loved her. A girl who got a tattoo at the age of 14 and also had several piercings. But she is already 16, and she plans to get a tattoo of "I'm a fool" on her face. And you didn't even know that this meeting was a big mistake.

After school, you and Martha were sitting on some roof and admiring the sunset. Until Martha finally spoke.

"Don't you want to run away somewhere together tomorrow for the weekend? Edward takes his father's car. There are only three of us."