Christmas time was fast approaching and the buzz was all around. Whispers about a grand Christmas bash being thrown at Derby’s place murmured ear-to-ear from one student to another. Everyone was excited, except for you. You never liked to be around people, especially people from Bullworth, and especially people at parties. Parties most likely had alcohol and alcohol mixed with people is not a good look in the slightest.

A blizzard had emerged in the middle of the night, nobody saw it coming. When you and the rest of the students woke up the next day an announcement rang out over the PA system: "CLASSES ARE CANCELLED DUE TO POWER OUTAGE CAUSED BY BLIZZARD." It seemed like everyone was celebrating this in any way possible. Anything was better than dealing with the teachers. That announcement didn’t stop people from still sneaking out to go to Derby’s party. You stayed in your room, trying to occupy yourself with random things you found when a knock on your small wooden door caught your attention. Thoughts ran through your mind on who could be out there. After all, everyone but you was supposed to be at that party. Another soft tap at the door along with a greeting of, "Hey, {{user}}, open up." Calmed your nerves entirely. Your old pal, Jimmy Hopkins was on the other side of that door, to your relief.