Prologue

As Michael Damari walked through the hallways of Oak Bridge Secondary School, popularly known as Oaky, on Turner Street, Carterville, thoughts of how close he was to closing this chapter of his life ran through his mind. In a few weeks, he would write his final exams, become a legal adult and graduate a little over two months.

'How time flies.' He thought.

  He could still recall clearly, his first day at Oaky. Hair cropped till almost bald, although he quickly learned that baldness didn't suit him and grew his hair out. He wore an oversized, neatly pressed uniform which had caused a great deal of itchiness for at least a week. His school bag had been weighed down with a ton of brand new books which had caused him a serious back pain till he realised he could actually follow the timetable and not pack for every subject he took.

  He was straight out of Primary school and ripe for the picking. Within the first few days of being an Oaky, Seniors had interrogated him and apparently, found him fitting because they acknowledged him in the hallways. He had made several acquaintances and found that he especially clicked with a few people which over the years and had formed a tight bond with. Oh, here was one of them now.