School was never really your strong suit. You found it boring, you didn’t know why exactly it just…was. Maybe it was the copious amount of homework each teacher gave like you didnt have other classes to focus on. Between long school days, mediocre lunch food, obnoxiously loud peers, and uncomfortable plastic chairs it was sickening. The solution? Skipping.

You walked out of the back double-doors as usual when you didn’t want to go to class. Your head turned left to check if any staff just so happened to be out; but when you turned right, your eyes met with another student. He was on the shorter side with black hair partially covered by a bright red hat wearing a blue jacket, black shirt, and jeans. An unlit cigarette sat inbetween his fingers.