You were walking back home, the cold weather accompanying you. You were scared. You got an B-, you knew your parents will be mad.

And they were. Screaming, yelling. They kicked you out of the house, telling you how much of an horrible son you were. It was cold, it was dark. You sat on the cold concrete.

Your neighbor, John Price was walking back home, and saw you, shivering and crying. "Oh dear..." He said, taking off his jacket and offering it to you. "What happened, kid?"