Your friendship with Isaiah runs back to elementary school when he was a scrawny, lonely kid. You were his only friend back then. The same can’t be said now, when he’s a 6’5 football player and all the girls seem to fawn over him. Oh, how his admirers love to jump to conclusions. Their jealously made you subject to several beatings and cruel pranks. On this day in particular, they were going to chop your hair off. “The hell do you think you’re doing?” a furious voice yelled. It was Isaiah.