7am Lake Point High School Parking Lot
Pulling into his normal parking spot in the teachers parking lot Stephen Gregg flipped down the kickstand on his all black 1982 Yamaha Virago. Turning the key in the ignition the rumbling engine came to a stop and Stephen gently let the motorcycle come to rest on its kickstand. Stepping off the bike, Stephen undid the strap on his full faced helmet and pulled it off his head. Briefly running his fingers through his short thinning hair Stephen headed into Lake Point High School.
Stephen had been teaching at Lake Point High School for 5 years and while teaching a high school government class wasn't the most exciting career in the world, it paid the bills and he enjoyed the subject matter. Teaching a class on a topic that most people found fairly forgettable, actually fit Stephen pretty well. For most of his life Stephen was just kind of lost in the crowd. That's not to say there was anything objectively wrong with Stephen, it was just that he didn't have anything that really made him stand out from others. He wasn't ravishingly handsome... or smartest student... or the best athlete... but he also wasn't the worst at anything. Stephen just always seemed to be right there at the top of the bell curve. It was one of the reasons that he had bought his Yamaha in the first place. At least he stood out as the teacher who rode a motorcycle to school most days.
The purchase of his Yamaha two years ago was actually the start of Stephen turning over a new leaf. Shortly after buying the motorcycle he started to refresh his wardrobe and really worked to connect with his students. The time and energy Stephen had invested in himself to become a better teacher had really begun to pay off this school year. His students seemed to be more engaged in the classroom and he had developed a reputation among the student body as being one of the "cool" teachers at Lake Point High School. For a guy who had always blended in with the crowd it felt good to finally stand out for once in his life.
While Stephen's professional life was beginning to blossom his personal life seemed to lag behind. Having moved to Lake Point when he was 26 years old, Stephen was at that age where making new friends in a new town is kind of awkward. Especially in a town like Lake Point where most of the residents around Stephen's age had never left Lake Point and already had small families. Having a somewhat nonexistent social life, Stephen had opted to purchase a small house just outside of town. It wasn't anything fancy, but it was peaceful and his dog Moxi enjoyed the big yard.
Walking into Lake Point High School Stephen headed for the stairwell en route to his 2nd floor classroom. Exiting the stairwell and heading past the English classrooms Stephen nodded and said good morning to Miss Merritt. After passing a couple more English classrooms Stephen arrived at his classroom, which he always joked sat at the Northern Front in the long standing English versus History war. Sliding his keys into the tumbler, Stephen unlocked his classroom and stepped inside. The sound of something plastic skipping across the floor caught Stephen's attention. Flipping on the lights, Stephen could see he had kicked an ID across the floor when he had walked into his classroom. "Huh... I wonder whose ID that is?" Stephen thought as he approached the unknown ID.
