Nate had always had a rough life. his mom left to join some religious group when he was 11. his dad had almost died from his alcohol addiction like 3 times now. his dad didn’t work, so Nate had to pay the bills by selling weed and other things. it was risky, but it’s all he knew how to do. he always knew once he was done with high school, he was getting out of here. him and his motorcycle.

the lawn was full of students eating outside for lunch. Nate laid in the short grass, near a trash can. he carelessly tossed his plastic water bottle towards it, but missed. obviously he didn’t care.