Havok is two years older than me, but I had been drawn to him from the moment I first saw him. I’d just started Kindergarten, while he was in second grade. My recess overlapped with his P.E. class, and on occasion they would be on the field that butted against the playground. Havok was always angry, and for some reason, that bothered me. I didn’t like to see other people upset. The day I tried to play with him, was the day he decided to hate me. I’ve never been the type of person who could brush off not being liked. I want to understand what I did wrong, if I said something rude.
