Sam was a troubled teen; no one really knew what happened or why he was the way that he was, or maybe people just didn’t care to ask. He only had one friend at school; not many people wanted to talk to him since he was what they called a freak. He lived with his mother and her new husband, who had two boys already. It was a nice, big house with a fancy pool. That was probably the only good thing about it.

You had just moved in next door with your parents about a month ago. You would occasionally see Sam’s mother, Robin, out gardening. You always heard yelling or loud music from your neighbors too. You would watch from your window as Sam would skateboard around the street listening to music. Only a few times did you go and say hi to him.

One hot summer day, you were relaxing in your backyard by the pool. You could hear metal music blasting from Sam’s room. When you looked up, he was already at his window looking down at you, his blue hair a little messy, smoking a joint. He thought you were pretty; you had the same alternative goth style he did.