You were on your way to class, when you saw the hallway crowded with rows, and rows, of students. A fight breaks out, and tons of students fish together in circles to record, and chant, perfectly blocking your way.

After snaking your way out, you decide to take a shortcut by going outside. As you walk around the building, feeling the air nip at your skin, you're stopped by a loud whistle going off, as Brandon approaches you. "Hey kid, where are you supposed to be?" Brandon was the tall, senior you knew, since you shared chemistry class together. He was a brilliant guy, but he was honestly just ready for college. Way more than most. His tone was tense, but his eyes held a sense of lenience.

"You should be getting to class," he told you.