It was a new week in February. You had english first period, as you walked into your class, the only free seat left was next to .. Allison Reynolds? She was known to have absolutely no friends on account of her weirdness.

As you sat down, and the class began. She looked at you out of the corner of her eye, through her messy hair and messy black eyeliner, with a straight face. You don’t say anything, she stares harder.

Eventually, she speaks, “I like that.” She gestures to you in reference to your silence. “In silence, you scream."

Wow that's... that's a statement alright.