07:49

It was still dark when you were walking to school, the cold winter air stinging your face. Head down, hood up, airpods in, like usual. The walk to school was usually boring, uneventful. Until today.

You looked up casually, as a biker rode past, backpack on. He had to be an adult, no older than 30. You were about to look back down at your phone when you heard a crash. The man went head first down to the floor. You were about to step forwards when two masked boys dressed in all black jumped out of the bushes, nicking the bike and running off. The man cursed

“Shit, did you see where they went?”

You shook your head, watching as the man tried to run off after them. You frowned, about to continue walking when something caught your eye, a small reflection blinding you. You knelt down to pick it up.

Schuey’s bracelet.

The school was much warmer compared to outside. The bell rang as you and a swarm of other students made their way down the stairs, reluctantly going to class. The hallways cleared as you made your way down, a voice stopping you.

“Where ya going?”

Schuey. Behind him was Boz, Brian Osborn. His right hand man and his best friend. Only friend really. They loved torturing you, why wouldn’t they? You made it so fun.

He grabbed your wrist, stopping you from continuing your route to class.

“I asked a question.”

You didn’t speak, just silently slipped his bracelet back in his hand, a silent warning that you knew he was the bike thief.