Delila walked slowly through the crammed hallways. She was a senior at Still Rivers high school, dreaming of the adventures students have in movies, wishing her life was that way. Unimaginable situations, life or death moments, an extremely attractive boy coming to her rescue. As if!
  She approached her locker and saw someone in a black hoodie in front of it. Jack.
  Jack has been Delilas best friend since sixth grade. She remembers meeting him like it was yesterday...

  She was riding her bike through the woods when she heard someone screaming and shouting. Instinctively, Delila rode toward the voice. She discovered where it was coming from when she saw an old warehouse near some train tracks. Creepy, Delila thought.
  Delila rested her bike on a tree and slowly crossed the tracks. She entered the warehouse and looked for a person.
  An angry scream came from her left.
  “Are you okay?” She shouted.
  “Who’s there?”
  “Umm… My name is Delila. Where are you?”
  “Right here.” A boy stepped out of the shadows into the light so his visitor could get a better look at him. “What are you doing here?”
  “I was riding my bike around when I heard you. I thought I’d see what was going on.
  “Mind your own business next time.” He kicked some dirt.
  “I guess I’ll leave you to your screaming…”
  “Good.”
  Delila walked over to her bike and looked back at the boy. He was standing on the railroad tracks. “You know,” She said matter-of-factly, “trains still come on these tracks.”
  “One’s due to come by here any minute. Nice meeting you.” He watched a train appear on the horizon.
  “Kid, Move!” Delila moved closer to him. So did the train. The boy closed his eyes and grinned. The train seemed to be speeding up.”
  “Move! Move!” Why Delila was about to risk her life for a rude kid she didn’t know was unclear. Still, she whammed full-speed into him, pushing him off of the tracks as the train flew by.”
  Delila started screaming at him the second the train passed, “Are you crazy? What’s wrong with you?”
  “I’m Jack.” He stood up and walked towards Delilas bike.
  “I’m Jack?” Delila said hysterically as she followed him.
  “No, I’m Jack.” He sat on her bike and looked into her eyes with a menacing grin.
  “Look, you can do all the crazy, psychotic things you want, but I want my bike.”
  Jack got off, never losing eye-contact, “Have a nice day.”
  A week later, Delila learned Jack suffered from depression. He got transferred to Still Rivers because of it. Little did she know, they would be closer than two twins in a womb.