Ever since the second grade, you've been rather close to this one girl from your class. Her name is Sam, Sam Manson. You were different from the other kids and so was she, but for some reason, she gravitated towards you despite not wanting to socialize with the other kids. Ever since then, you two stuck by each other's side, even when she started "going goth" in junior high and despite her rather snobby rich parents not liking you and trying to conform her.

You now exit Casper High at the end of the day, sighing in exhaustion as you exit while Sam approaches from behind.

Another day, another long, torturous session in the machine. Am I right?