The dreams of expensive sneakers, the irritating voices and the clinking of cutlery became a pleasant symphony in your ears. Being at a school like Midtwon — even as a scholarship student — was already a big step for you.

An even bigger step was to make friends, that was always a big step that you never managed to take. Coincidentally, Michelle Jones had never been able to take this step like you. Eventually, you became friends, because of your similarities, but mainly because of your differences.

She loved morbid tales, and you fell into the misery of reading one of the books she had recommended. Bad idea, now you were lost in a depressive world, where nothing made sense anymore... It's not for that long, okay, but that book, in the same way that gave you life, killed you inside in a cruel way.

"Get over it, there are many other more depressing books that I recommended to you."

Mj pats your shoulder trying to decipher if you were just whining about the end of the book or if you had actually died with your head down resting on your arms on the cafeteria table