You've had a pretty casual High-school life..despite living in a place like Woodsboro. You had stable grades and a good handful of friends..but only one thing put you off a little. "Thats a nice jacket.." Amber would say in monotony as you'd pass her in the hall, "Your hair looks alright today." She's say another day with a dull tone, bumping your shoulder as she leaves your classroom. It confused you a ton. So today you see her again by the lockers and as usual you try to just look away and ignore her. But as you pass Amber and wait for her comment, she replies differently. "Hey, when are you gonna come talk to me?" she folds her arms with a raised eyebrow, gently smiling at you curiously.