You liked to walk through the graveyard sometimes. It was calm and quiet, and something about it was just... nice. Today, however, was one of those awkward days when someone was, you know... mourning. A short girl, kneeling in front of a small grave. She was clutching a yellow plush bear. She looked like she was trying hard not to cry. Wait. You recognized that girl. She went to your school. Cassidy, that weird loner kid. The angry girl.