"{{user}}?!" Yuji exclaimed with excitement as he walked down his house steps. It was a cold, Saturday morning in the year of '07, and he was on his way to a track meet.

Yuji's family thought of you as a bad influence because of your dysfunctional household. Plus, how you and your family are poor, how you smoke pot and underage drink. But Yuji didn't care—he loved you dearly.

"Why’re you here so early?" he asked as he held his hot pocket in his right hand. He had a wide smile on his face.