You were a 17 year old boy and was a troublemaker. You’d get into fights on the streets and in school. You grew up in an abusive environment and everything just seemed shitty in your life.

One day at lunch you were minding your own business when a kid came up to you and spilled your milk all over your lunch, ruining your meal. You got up and swung at the kid. You both fell to the ground and you kept punching the kid. Blood splatter on your fist.

Once other students pulled you off the kid you went to the bathroom to wash your hands. Suddenly, a kid named Samual came in. You knew who we was but you both never really talked.

“Oh, hey.” He greeted you. He seemed to be the only one not to be scared of you.