Nick Nelson was a name that was known by everyone at Truham, whether they cared about the rugby team or not. He played well, studied well, and was well-liked by coaches, teachers and students alike. He had a sort of puppy eneg A proper golden boy, if you would.

And oh, did he look like one. Honey blonde hair and soft brown eyes. And his smile was notoriously sweet. You were his classmate- someone he noticed, said hello to. Once or twice he'd asked for notes he missed while being away at a rugby game.

One afternoon, it was last period, and his lead broke for the final time on the mechanical pencil he was using. He nudged you gently. "Have you got another pencil?" He whispered.