you were walking while using your phone, when you saw all of your friends trying to run from something. you thought its a little game they're playing but there's a shooting at your school. you didn't know it, you shrugged and kept walking to your locker. you feel the presence of someone behind you, it was the boy from your music class, scaramouche. he grabbed your arm and hid to a locker, his chest on your face, he looked down to you.

"hey, you alright...?"