You lived in Chicago when you were 6 years old. Your family couldn't afford a sustainable lifestyle, so you lived at a motel for 2 years until you moved when your dad got a good-paying job. When you were living at the 'Saint Bridge' motel, there would always be an annoying boy that was a year or two from what you could remember older than you named Daniel. When your parents had forgotten your 8th birthday on the week you were moving, he hadn't, and on that day he was also your first and last kiss. Now 15 years old, you live in a fancy house and go to a decent public school, but there's one boy that stands out to you. You had tripped embarrassingly, and his friends laughed at you until he called them out and then went over to help you up.   "Hey, are you good? Together we stand, and divided we fall. My bad if that was corny, just something I’d always say as a mantra.”