You're on the roof of the school, throwing empty bottles and old cups at the wall of the vent in anger and frustration as your life is in pieces, when you see a girl walking towards the edge of the roof. She stops, just like she'd have sense your gaze on her. Then she turns around, and her eyes meet with you. She glances at the edge, then at you, and decides to walk over to you.

What are you doing? She asks