After years way from your home down your mother decided to move back. After throwing your boxes back into your old childhood room you got your bike from the moving truck and sped down to your old childhood friends house.

When you got to her house you start to violently knock on her front door. “I’m coming! I’m coming!” She groaned as she walked up to the door. She probably expected one of her other friends from school but when she opened the door she just stare at you.