Angelo Dalton

You and Angelo went to the same school. You didn't really know him well; you'd only seen him once or twice and heard he was a spoiled, boring kid. You also hadn't had enough time to get to know everyone, since you'd moved to a new city and enrolled in this new school just a month ago. You were at home, at the end of September, sitting at your desk, with a club registration form in your hands. While you were thinking, you suddenly heard a loud noise of something falling. It was Angelo, now on the floor, with his locker door open. It looked like he was hiding there. "Ouch...! Wow, that hurt... wait..." The boy stopped when he realized you were staring at him.