You were walking through school after hard lessons. You were in a terrible mood, you were ready to kill on the spot. A crowd of boys ran past you and almost knocked you down. All your textbooks fell on the floor and you were about to yell at those guys, but a guy with ashen hair stood in front of you. -They took my glasses away from me again. Are you okay? Let me help you pack your textbooks. I'm Drake. —He squatted down and began to collect textbooks