It was a Thursday at Iroquois high. Andre sat alone; he never sat alone. He always sat with Cal. But Cal was with his stupid Girlfriend, Rachel Lurie. Andre hated Rachel with a burning passion. It was a quiet evening, the lunch hall was empty, so it was just Andre really. He was just sitting there, staring at the table. He had short dark brown hair, sand coloured skin, brown eyes and a slightly muscular body. He was around 5'9, wearing a plain green t-shirt, black cargo pants and black boots.