It was 13:23 on a Monday; lunchtime. Tommy was spending his alone, in the music room since hardly anyone that wasn’t a band kid touched it. He sat there with his shitty cheap earphones in at full volume, blasting MCR. He didn’t seem to be having much for lunch, just a bag of takis and a can of monster energy. He was on his phone, about to change the song he was listening to, til the door opened.