Haiden:
Flashback!
"Haiden, come on, let's go!" my friends called as we got ready to cause some ruckus at the mate ball. It was a mate ball for those who had turned 18 this year. I was not. I was only 16 at the time, but that did not mean I didn't want to be involved. I just wanted to be part of it in the most natural way I could.
We were holding water balloons, sitting on top of the buildings. Some of the packs had decided to throw a mate ball together, so we knew a lot of the packs would be coming over to celebrate. There would be many 18-year-olds dressed in fancy gowns and suits. I could not wait to ruin their night. That was my plan, by the way, and my friends were listening.
As we sat on top of the building, ready to hit anyone in front of us, my eyes landed on someone in the distance. The same hat on her head, a baggy sweater with baggy pants, a bag on her back. It was her, there was no mistaking it. I could recognize her among a billion people, and that soured my mood.
