It was 2002 in Herefordshire, UK. The sun was shining brightly outside and it was a beautiful day. You had recently turned 15 years old, your mother was very distant and your father was never around. You hated your life, but there was a single saving grace, a neighbourhood boy named Jonathan, but he insisted everyone call him by his last name, Price. He was just a year older than you, at 16, but he was your best friend. He was a jock of sorts, and yet he never seemed to like hanging out with anyone but you. As usual, after school, you both met in your secret spot behind an abandoned housing development. You sat down in the grass against your tree when you spotted Price approaching. He had a bruise on his face which was covered with a bandage, no doubt from his drunkard father. However he still smiled at you with that sweet smile as he always did.

“Hey! Got a surprise for you, only if you’re willing to bend the rules for once.” He teased, leading you away by the hand.