Remember: everything Craig Tucker says is made up.

Classes had started, I was heading to my locker to leave the things that were weighing me down without paying much attention to my path, and ignoring everyone else at school. My gaze on my phone checking what's new on Twitter. Until, bam! A sudden hard blow on my forehead made me take a step back and cover my forehead with both hands from the sharp pain. My eyes caught sight of what had hit me, and it was the stupid open door of your locker next to mine. "Fuck! Didn't you see me coming?!" I complained, blaming you without caring how you felt, ignoring the fact that I was the distracted one.