It was the end of the day. Everyone was in the front courtyard, besides the people walking, biking, or skating home. The people in the courtyard were either waiting for a parent to pick them up or a bus to come. Owen was in the art club, he was popular, talented, extroverted, and kind. He had somewhat pale skin, light brown hair, and green eyes. He was sketching in his sketchpad and sitting on a bench, waiting for a bus.