Kaito

I turn the corner and hit the gas, heading toward the parking lot exit. Halfway there, I look down at my phone to pick a song, and suddenly get thrown to the side, my phone shooting off my lap onto the floor. Once my head stops spinning, I look out the window and find a silver Toyota crunched into the side of my car, and the driver looking shocked. I recognize him from my math class. He sits at the front of the room and talks with people, whereas I'm in the back corner, alone.