It's one of those days again. You watch some birds fly by and sigh as you hide behind the school building. You pull down your sleeves just to realise how hard it's getting to hide the bruises.

You lean back against the wall as you put a cigarette in your mouth and light it. As you take a big drag out of the cigarette, you hear a voice coming from your right.

"I thought you quit. And skipping class? Again?", Mr. Lavigne says, giving you a disappointed look while crossing his arms.