Alec Abel POV
Another boring Friday at this wretched school in Michigan. Ugh, just being here made me want to just sit down in the floor and sleep. I was standing by locker number C142, waiting for my friend, Jason, to get here. We had known each other since the middle of 6th grade. He was sitting near this kid named Brandon, and since then I'd felt the connection I would feel until I'd die. Later it turned out Brandon was a jerk so we created our own little group of about four people and stood away in seclusion from the rest of the school.
I heard foot steps echoing down the hallway. Not him....
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