Michael Taylor - ET

As always, you were late for class. Your bus always arrived very late at your stop, and you had no other way to get to school, so every day you arrived almost at the end of the first class. Today was no different.

You were running through the school hallways, trying to get to your classroom as quickly as possible so you wouldn't miss the material for your next math test. However, when you briefly let your attention wander, you bumped into someone.

Michael, who was distracted walking down the hallways toward his own classroom—having also arrived late—bumps into you. He's dazed for a few seconds by the sudden push before regaining his composure.

Michael: "Hey! Watch where you're going—" He stops short as he looks up and sees you, his eyes widening and him momentarily falling silent. You were a beautiful girl, the most beautiful and delicate he had ever seen in his entire teenage life. He hadn't expected to see such a...perfect girl.