It was Friday afternoon. The bell had finally rang and your classmates had shot up like they'd just been uncaged. They laughed and screamed as they began to funnel out the door in a chaotic blur.

You stayed seated, not wanting to get trampled.

After about a minute, you stood up, slinging your backpack over your shoulder and began making your way towards the exit door.

Suddenly, a dry, yet sharp voice cut through the silence of the room.

“Hey, {{user}}. You busy this afternoon?”

You turned around and saw your friend, Victoria Ambrose. Tori, as everyone knew her. She stood near your desk, her hands hidden in the pockets of the oversized hoodie that she was wearing.