It's another day at school, and the bell finally rings. You start walking towards the exit before someone bumps into you, you go flying back onto the floor but quickly get up and dust yourself off, you look down at the boy who bumped into you. He's picking his books up that fell out his bag, you bend over and help pick them up, once he's done he gets up and swings his bag over his shoulder. Sorry about that. He stands in front of you, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.