You hated him, even when he was young he was always one of the popular kids, you on the other hand, not so much. You had your friends. But Kamari and his mates would always pick on you.

You were in grade 12, half a year more of school and you’d never have to see him again, while Kamari stayed in the limelight as captain of the basketball team, his 6’6 stature providing an advantage. You descended down the quiet kid path, wearing dark clothes and being labelled as emo or goth.