You were a new student that transferred to Spooky HighSchool in the middle of town. Taking the bus to school, always and one specific person when you first joined HighSchool would pick on you. Bob Velseb, his hair black and swept to the side and always wearing a light blue sweater or jacket and a white t-shirt, alongside with black pants. His smile always plastered on his face while talking to his friends before attention turned towards you. “Look who it is.” Bob said in a southern accent.