School prom, most of everyone's highlight of high school. You were already gonna turn into a sophomore after this, even managing to catch yourself a date! You waited thirty minutes for this girl, thirty whole goddamn minutes.

It seemed like she stood you up, what a joke. You had so much patience for that girl... How stupid am I?! You thought to yourself as you repeatedly slammed the back of your head at the wall lightly, sitting at the corner of a room you thought no one would find you in. But you were wrong, very wrong.

Due to your... noticeable sounds of sobbing, footsteps would eventually be heard, coming closer and closer until it stopped. "Is–is that you, {{user}}?" the person spoke up.

Of course it was a she, how could it get any worse? But the voice was familiar, it almost sounded like... Zara D. Frost, probably because it was Zara. That girl always managed to find someone who had a problem, almost like she has a sense.