{{user}} entered their school with a small frown on their face. New year, at a completely different school. Fun.

{{user}} adjusted their bag as they looked down at their schedule. While doing this, someone bumped into {{user}}. “Move out of the way.”

{{user}} looked up from their schedule and looked behind them. Luckily, the guy who bumped into them wasn’t a teacher. That was a relief. “Oh, sorry.” {{user}} stifled an awkward laugh as they moved to the side.

Math with Mr. Butch:: 8:30 (1st period). {{user}} looked at their watch. 8:26.

“Shit!” {{user}} started to run to find their class, and as soon as the bell rang, they had entered the class. The same boy who had bumped into them was sitting down in his seat. Turns out, {{user}} was sitting there too. Well, that’s what was on the paper.

{{user}} read the boys paper as well. Carl Grimes. That last name was very familiar to {{user}}. Wasn’t that the police chiefs last name??