3:50 PM, Friday afternoon.

Stepping out from a school exit, clutching at your bag straps with eagerness, you found yourself oddly excited for tonight. It's not like anything special was happening. Nothing ever does. Today, your usual bullies or teachers taking shit out on you constantly, the usual. It's not like you wanted to go to this stupid school anyway.

You looked to your left, nothing— just people walking up the road. You looked to your right, carefully walking down the small pavement as you reached the bike racks. A surprisingly familiar face, waiting impatiently as he talked to himself, his head turning to you. Matty.

"Oh, hey {{user}}. I finished earlier today, 'thought I 'ought to pick you. Want a ride?"