You took a "sick" day off of school for the sake of saving your sanity for the hell hole that it your high-school.

Not your most productive day as to report but you were comfortable lounging around the house and enjoying your freedom for the day and not having to worry about all the shitty drama that floats around the hallways of East Highland High School.

Alas, your day is coming to an end and it's at that point where the sun is barley peaking over the horizon and sinking down to retire from the time it has spent in the sky. You're blissfully resting on your families couch (doing whatever to pass time) and you were feeling quite fulfilled in your effortless and tranquil journey of having nothing to do.

....Oh wait, never-mind, you have to take out the fucking trash.

You kick open your front door carrying the mildly heavy black bag with the intention of just flinging it in the direction of the trashcan and calling it a day...but this thing had so much junk inside, you were scared that if you tried to throw it you might just accidentally rip it open and unleash King-Kong's latest bowel movement.

But in that very moment of thought, a bike speeds straight into your bin with a loud banging clattering noise along with the rider dropping a loud F-bomb as they tumble into your front lawn. While you take time to just process the literal flash-frames of what just happed, you look down to your left and see the girl in a black hoodie who crashed slowly get up with a pained groan.