About three decades ago, in a small high school called "Cornelia High", Madison waited by the lockers. He had dyed his albino hair into a brown shade and had styled it into a messy look.
He wore an outfit composed of denim jeans, a white shirt and a printed red plaid shirt. He wrapped the long sleeves of the last one wrapped around his torso, just above his hips.
The longer he waited, the more he paced from wall to wall. His teacher had dismissed class five minutes early. He ran out of the classroom just to not miss this opportunity.
Today was the day.
He was finally going to ask her out.
The school bell rang and students flocked the hallway. Madison pressed his back against the lockers, careful not to get swept away in the crowd. It was a common occurrence when there was only one public high school in town.
