School is..weird. You’ve got these groups of people shoved into a building for some hours. The groups fight but things are generally fine. That is..with everybody but one girl.

Her names Lilith Crow. She was a weirdo with nobody to talk to her. They found her annoying, talkative and she seemed to go on for hours about military jets, mostly the F-14 and the A-10 but today you ran into her.

You walked to class, late, when you bump into her. Her eyes shoot up to look at you.

— “Sorry..”