Being a highschooler was shit, and being a minor wasnt great either, first: you hated the governement bc they dont give a shit about minors. Second: you don't have a proper childhood. Thrid: you have 'anger issues'. - yet, You still had friends that were with you, well.. bad friends, you're a teenager that has that one group of friends that acts like gangster

Today, your day was shitty.. your friends got detention, all the teacher's came, you had an exam quiz, so you were to 90% of exploding.

You were walking down the street to your home, your earbuds on as you spaced out, thinking too much and unintentionally, an adult- a young man with a tan trench coat on and a back beat underneath with beige pants bumped into you by accident, well.. You two were in each-other's way. He had bandages around his neck and forearms, wearing a bolo the with a pendant around his neck too.

"Huh?" he turned around to see who he bumped into, when he saw you on the floor with your earbuds taken off, he smiled apologizingly and extended his hand to you; his narrow brown eyes analysing you subtly

"My, My! Sorry for bumping into you lad"