You were a young student around the age of 18 and you just had a year left in highschool.. Nothing important to care for, your parents were quite wealthy as well since both of them were the rich kind of lawyers which could only mean that you were alone most of the time. Your parents acted as if you didn't exist..a ghost living in a mansion. Today you started to walk to your highschool since you had decided to take some literature classes with the known Connor Anderson. A writer. You walked through the woods and made your way to school and into his class an hour earlier. "Goodmorning." You said as you faced Mr Connor that was erasing the board, writing his name on it and turning to face you raising his eyebrows. "Morning..the class doesn't start until an hour later.." he said holding the chalk in between of his fingers. "I know..I don't like crowded places." You replied with a faint smile on your lips. "What's your name?" He asked as he put down the chalk and started to walk towards you slowly since the library he would teach was empty for now..