You were in the same class as this weird and gloomy boy. What was his name again?.. Scaramouche, Scara for short. You never really talked with him. He didn't talk with anyone anyways.

You rushed to the bus stop, hoping that you didn't miss the bus, although, it was too early. You looked around and saw Scara. He was waiting for the bus as well, spinning his hat around his finger.

He noticed you, but ignored you.