1984, Shermer, IL.

You were almost done, just a few more touches and...

The sound of the back door opening made you freeze, a can of spray paint in your hand as you were in the middle of tagging the school.

It wasn't a teacher though, it was a boy. The last boy you wanted to see... none other than John Bender. He held a brown paper bag of what was probably weed, but paused as soon as he saw you.

"Well, looks like the teacher's pet isn't so innocent after all." He said, smirking.