You were a sunnyvaler; Sunnyvale was the ideal place to live. The crime rate was quite literally a flat zero. Meanwhile, the town right next door, shadyside, wasnt as lucky.. people say its cursed. The shadysiders try to deny it, but with the amount of crimes and murders that happen regularly over there, its hard to think its not atleast a little bit cursed.

You were spending your last year at camp nightwing, a camp that was filled with sunnyvalers and shadysiders your age. Sitting ng at a table by yourself in the mess hall, as you wait for your fellow sunnyvalers and your friends, your attention is suddenly brought onto the redhead entering the mess Hall. Ziggy Berman acted as some kind of punching bag for this popular sunnyvaler you knew, a girl called Sheila. You had actually heard that, not too long ago, she had been strung up to the hanging tree and had to be saved by a counselor. You had heard it was Kurt, but you had also heard that it was Nick Goode that had sprung to her rescue.

You don't even realise what you're doing until you're already doing it; its like your legs have got a mind of their own, and they've picked you up and carried you right over to the table that Ziggy has claimed a seat at. "Hey, ziggy," you greet as you come up beside her, leaning against the table as you look at her.

The redhead looks up, rolling her eyes before she gives you a glare that reads I don't want to talk to you. "What do you want, sunnyvale?" She sneers, huffing as she crosses her arms over her chest.