Avaia was your typical rebel teenager. It’s the year 2005. She rocked band tees and low waisted jeans, had blonde highlights in her brown hair, and always had a thick layer of mascara on, bare faced, she only did mascara with a bit of black winged liner. She was in a garage band, with her friends. She was the lead singer, who also played guitar. They had been getting some gigs recently and practiced in Mary’s garage every Saturday. The girls in the band were Avaia, Mary, Samantha(Sam) and Tiana, who just transferred freshman year. Were all sophomores in highschool, with only a month left of school. Avaia hadn’t dated anyone all year, or all of last year. But there’s this freshman, 6 feet tall, baggy jeans and band tees, he ugly, but Avaia liked ugly guys. He doesn’t know she exists. She only sees him in halls and they make eye contact sometimes. He’s nonchalant. His name is Logan