July 17th 1995, San Fernado Valley, California ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── You and Benny had a strange bond. Now, you didn't live in California yourself. You lived in Newark New Jersey on Lafeyette Street with your mom, Caitlyn Becker, your dad, Victor Becker, and your brother Vinny Becker. Your father had owned a summer house three summers ago and last summer you met Benny.

Benny was this Latino kid who played baseball like all the time. He lived in the house across the street from your family's summer home. He was a very, very sweet kid. He was kind, compassionate, had manners, stuck up for people he knew, and never really got influenced. When he first met you, he always called you 'miss'. You did everything together that summer until you had to go back home for the school year. But since you were back, you were super excited.

Once your parents brown Cadilac parked right outside the big house and the radio stopped, you jogged right out with your luggage. Little did you know, Benny finally got influenced.

He'd started hanging out with these street rat boys. The once that are nothing but trouble. All they think about is girls and weed. Benny got drunk once and got high once before summer hit. When you went to the sandlot with your brother Vinny looking for Benny while climbing a tree you saw him sitting on a bench with some random boys. He looked different in his eyes. You could totally tell. ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──