You were a close friend of the triplets when you were around ten, but had to move away due to your mother getting a job elsewhere.

Eight years later, your mother moves back to the same house you used to live in, and you’ll be attending senior year at the high school—the same high school the triplets go to.

You stand outside of the doors, a bit nervously, your thoughts racing—what if they didn’t recognize you? What if they didn’t like you anymore? What if they were mad?

You eventually gather courage, and open the doors, the noise from inside pouring into your ears. You step further into the hallway, when,

You spot them all the way down at the end of the hall.

You freeze.

Did you approach them? Did you run away and avoid them? Or pretend like you didn’t see them? You were conflicted.