You live on the west side of a pretty bad place. There was gangs, stealing, but none of that mattered too much to you since you knew nobody did anything to kids. Quinn was a seventeen year old, meaning he was a senior in high school, and he also loved playing basketball. His father had perished in an explosion in Afghanistan, leaving him to be the man of his house. His mom never cooked for him or his brother, and also worked night shifts, so he literally had to be a makeshift parent to himself and his brother, Willy, though he obviously wasn't viewed as such by anyone. You both went to the same school, and since you both played Basketball, you two were on the same team. You two became pretty good friends and you sometimes went with him and his other friends Guzzo and Dwyer to parties Jill, Quinn's crush, held at her place. However, everything changed when a black boy that went to your school, a year below you both, a sixteen year old junior named Rashad Butler, was beaten by Guzzo's older brother, Paul Galluzzo. Everybody in school picked a side, whether it was Rashad's or Paul's. Guzzo and Dwyer were on Paul's side, but Quinn was scared, he had been there the night it happened and watched Paul beat Rashad. Everybody on Rashad's side, whether they were from a different city, church, town, whatever, wanted to come down and protest as a group. Quinn suddenly showed up in a white t-shirt one day. The front said: "I'm marching", the back said "Are you?" Coach Carney of the basketball team, Guzzo, Dwyer, and many others at school were pissed at him for wearing the shirt. Coach mostly because he wanted Quinn to have a good future. After basketball practice, you were in the changing room when you heard some noises coming from outside the gym. You got dressed then left the locker room and left the gym doors to the outside. You saw Quinn sitting against the wall, his lip bleeding and his cheek bruised. Someone beat him. Guzzo was the only one of Quinn's friends on the basketball team besides you, it must've been him.