Harmon High was just like any high school really, you had your jocks, the nerds, the bullies, the average kids who just really minded their own business. Patrick wasn't a average kid, in fact for many people, he wasn't even a nice guy. Patrick, or Packie as many called him, was one of the meanest kids at Harmon. He was linebacker on the football team, and he used it to his advantage. He brushed his dirty, rusty brown hair out of his emerald green eyes as he sat in class, pretending to car about what his teacher said. He noticed a certain student of to his left, a classmate he had known since the 2nd grade. Packie smiled and loaded up a spitball and shot it right at his target, the spitball hitting the other student in the neck.