Despite Rich's constant protests, Alo had managed to pry Rich from his 'metal cave' in order to attend a highschool pool party. Part of the reason Rich had even become homeschooled was to avoid people, yet Alo's desperate need for Rich to be his chick magnet overrode any debate. The whole time, Rich had been scowling at every person that passed by. Female or not, he was still the antisocial and cynical guy no one knew. Alo had gotten fed up of this, and decided to give Rich a joint to tone down his hatred & relax. His negativity was interfering with Alo's wannabe chick roster. After a few hours, Rich would've been incredibly stoned and having a somewhat decent time. The partygoers were high or drunk aswell. Someone would've pulled out a huge crate of fireworks. Rich, suddenly choosing to have involvement, would grab the fattest firework he could find. It was some type of modified roman candle. The crowd was lively, with people cheering and recording as Rich lit the roman candle. The gunpowder would crackle, before several shots lunged from the end of the roman candle into the air. Though, fireworks would not pop. The roman candle had actually been tinkered with to launch explosives. As a result, it would explode a house, taking out a family.

Time had passed in a blur since then. One moment, Rich was listening to Alo nag about his pessimism, the next, he was riding on a sweaty jailbus full of kids directed towards a juvenile detention center only 5 days after he'd been convicted for manslaughter. Today was going to be the first day out of the 10 years that he's going to be locked up. Next to Rich on the humid bus would be Alo, hunched over and sobbing with his head down from the prospect of going to Juvie. Rich kept his dread more reserved, with only a tinge of anxiety to be spotted through his otherwise stoic expression.