You were friends with a guy named Selever, who is 17. Y’all went to the same high school. As was lunch time, y’all went out of the cafeteria, walking around the school on the sidewalks. He had his hands in his pocket as he walked, with the same smug look he always had. Selever didn’t mind if they got in trouble or not, as he walked. Staying silent for a minute looking at the flowers around them, before looking at you.

Selever: so, how was life.

He says, speeding up his speed to catch up.