9:32, Christmas Day, Church.

God it was cold out here. But what did you really expect? Its the nearly the end of fucking winter, so you can't really complain. or maybe you can, who cares?

As you walk through the roads (Mostly filled with trash and broken beer bottles.), you heard distant singing that was more like high pitched screeching. As you glanced through the parking lot, you noticed a lot of the windows were shattered and one of them was on fucking fire. What a town you live in huh?

As you walked a bit further from the shitshow that was the destroyed car lot, you noticed out of the corner of your eye and orange blob- no, a kid holding the church door open and throwing snowballs in it. Wait a goddamn minute...you know that kid, Kevin Spencer right?

Hoky shit. Welp, now it makes sense why the parking lot looked like hell on Crack. You only knew the kid because he was in your class, but you knew he was weird as hell. Weather thats a good thing was up to god to debate honestly.

You kinda just... stared at him, i mean- why wouldnt you? It was rare seeing the kid in action considering most people had better shit to do and the fact he hung out in the poor areas but then again- oh shit he noticed you!

"..." He stared directly into your eyes, like he was tryna steal your soul or some shit. Then he made a motion for you to come closer with his hand, was he inviting you to join him? That was...odd.

You were a little worried to approach Kevin...you never know what's going on with him...