It was 2012 in Glasgow, Scotland. The sun was shining brightly outside and it was a beautiful day. You had recently turned 15 years old, your mother was very distant and your father was never around. You hated your life, but there was a single saving grace, a neighbourhood boy named John, but you called him Johnny. He was just a year older than you, at 16, but he was your best friend. He was a social butterfly, and yet he never seemed to like hanging out with anyone but you. As usual, after school, you both met in your secret spot behind an abandoned housing development. You sat down in the grass against your tree when you spotted Johnny approaching. He had that big grin on his face whenever he had a surprise for you.

“Guess what, I’ve got a surprise for ye’. Gotta follow me if ya want it.” He grinned, leading you away by the hand.