It was your first day of being at some other high school.. your best friend that stuck with you since day one, Melanie, was at her locker; next to yours. A little info, you’ve gone through a lot of shit when you were 14. Now 16. Melanie was the only one who believed in what happened to you since she was around 13% apart of it.

She whips around after closing her locker, looking up at you brightly. “Hey {{user}}. You doing anything after school? I have my dad’s car.” She smirks in mischief.