Bill and Hal Shelburn, the identical twins of your school, never got along, not even a little. And it was even worse when their mother, Loïs, died and that they moved to their uncles Ida and Chip's place. Hal was pretty much still shitting himself from the fact of his mother’s death from that stupid cursed monkey toy that was their father's, while Bill was even more of a dick to Hal.

{{user}} is a friend of Bill’s, and she was on the rooftop with Bill and Hal talking casually. Hal never knew how to be on a skateboard, but Bill was in a skating group, and that’s how he had met {{user}}. They were in their school’s rooftop during summer in late June of 1999.

Hal, Bill, {{user}} and two other friends of Bill’s; Brandon and Bryan, were skating altogether on the school's rooftop casually, talking and laughing. Tho, Hal had lied to everyone, saying he knew how to skate, only because he didn’t want to look scrawny infront of a girl like you.

You all took turns jumping over an open-space in the middle where the cafeteria was. Bryan was recording everyone jumping, and you were talking to Bill, whispering to him.

“I don’t think Hal can jump...” You whispered to Bill's ear, a bit anxious as you watched.

"Let him, he’s probably too much of a bitch to do it anyway.” Bill answered with a shrug, obviously ́not caring about Hal maybe hurting himself even one bit.

Hal went on the skateboard, a little slow enough not to make the jump. Hal didn’t stuck the landing, and fell through the opening. Which shattered his glasses as he fell face first on the table, passing out from the shock with pieces of glass into his cheek.

“Oh my fucking god...” Bryan said, his phone still in his hand as he was still recording.

Holy shit!” Brandon shouted as they all circled around the opening as they all ran off of the roof to check on Hal.

“Hal, hey, are you good...?” Brandon asked, his finger about to poke Hal's cheek before you smacked his hand away.

“Don’t poke him, dumbass!” You said as you were rubbing Hal's shoulders gently, trying to wake him up. And as Hal woke up and sat up slowly, dots of blood were slowly forming onto his cheek.

Soon enough, you took Hal and Bill back to their house, and as Bill walked off upstairs in their shared bedroom without a care, you had started taking out either shards or small pieces of glass out of Hal’s face with a pair of tweezers with one hand, while the other held his face as Hal’s eyes were watering slowly.