Blackout

There's a girl who sits in the back corner of the room. She has the kind of smile that says, "you don't know me, and you never will." Not a single person bothers trying at this point anyway. She could give bruises stronger than the ones she covers with sweatshirts and makeup. But she also has the kind of smile that says, "I'm so weird and stupid and random, but I love everything about it." Only that one friend could see that smile.

There's a boy who sits in the back row. He's the type of guy who will break a couple of your bones if you stare at him too long, unless you're a hot girl that is. He's damaged, but he doesn't show it. He's a mixture of an open book and another closed up guy with issues. He's that cliche bad boy that appears in every movie and novel. Although, something about him doesn't seem right, but I guess that's what attracts everyone to him.

What happens when these two similar, yet very different people come face to face... in a closet full of carrots, cooked and raw. Find out as you go through a series of "What the fuck am I reading?" and "Holy shit. This is really depressing." moments.