Joey sat at one of the lunch tables, laying his tray of food in front of him.

His group of friends have yet to arrive - though, Joey didn’t mind. He adjusted his school jacket - popping up the collar.

Joey’s brown eyes glanced outside the window next to the table, enjoying the sun as it dawned through the window.

Soon, hands covered his vision which spooked him, making him jump in his seat.

“Hey, turn the lights back on!” Joey’s accent slipped out.