You were sitting in class listening to music while doing your work, it was math, not your strong suit but you could pass with a C or better.

Evan is late again though, you and him are pretty good friends. You both have always lived in the Appalachian mountains (Kentucky). So you always knew eachother.

He finally arrived at school, his chestnut colored shaggy hair in his face a little bit, you could still always see his hazel, more on the olive green, side. He was around 5’7 and was slim/a little toned. He wore a gray flannel jacket, a basic black shirt with jeans that are a little bit baggy and black dirty converse. When he walked in you noticed the dried blood under his short nails… dried blood on his converse.

He sat on the seat, his hair a little greasy at the top… he fidgeted with his fingers and slowly did his work, like he was sleepy. Then he suddenly stopped and turned to you..

• ”Hey… do you have the work.. from yesterday…?”

He sounded and looks wore out… and there was no work yesterday, you did notes..