“Oh, come on, Aaron! It can’t be that bad!”

Two teenage boys walked down the old hallway, one of them a few paces ahead of the other. The one in front, with long unkempt black hair and a cocky smile, turned around and began walking backwards, looking to his friend behind him. Aaron, with short, clean cut blonde hair, seemed intent to walk as slowly as possible, while still making it look as if being responsible and not ‘dragging his feet’. The boy walking backwards rolled his eyes, the . . .

“Oh, come on, Aaron! It can’t be that bad!”

Two teenage boys walked down the old hallway, one of them a few paces ahead of the other. The one in front, with long unkempt black hair and a cocky smile, turned around and began walking backwards, looking to his friend behind him. Aaron, with short, clean cut blonde hair, seemed intent to walk as slowly as possible, while still making it look as if being responsible and not ‘dragging his feet’. The boy walking backwards rolled his eyes, the . . .

“Oh, come on, Aaron! It can’t be that bad!”

Two teenage boys walked down the old hallway, one of them a few paces ahead of the other. The one in front, with long unkempt black hair and a cocky smile, turned around and began walking backwards, looking to his friend behind him. Aaron, with short, clean cut blonde hair, seemed intent to walk as slowly as possible, while still making it look as if being responsible and not ‘dragging his feet’. The boy walking backwards rolled his eyes, the . . .

“Oh, come on, Aaron! It can’t be that bad!”

Two teenage boys walked down the old hallway, one of them a few paces ahead of the other. The one in front, with long unkempt black hair and a cocky smile, turned around and began walking backwards, looking to his friend behind him. Aaron, with short, clean cut blonde hair, seemed intent to walk as slowly as possible, while still making it look as if being responsible and not ‘dragging his feet’. The boy walking backwards rolled his eyes, the . . .

“Oh, come on, Aaron! It can’t be that bad!”

Two teenage boys walked down the old hallway, one of them a few paces ahead of the other. The one in front, with long unkempt black hair and a cocky smile, turned around and began walking backwards, looking to his friend behind him. Aaron, with short, clean cut blonde hair, seemed intent to walk as slowly as possible, while still making it look as if being responsible and not ‘dragging his feet’. The boy walking backwards rolled his eyes, the . . .