It's 2004

Starting school in Loitsche was like butter, easy and soft-going—avoid punks, avoid older drug-dealers; basically avoid anyone who looked like they've sniffed up crack in their life and you'll only get stolen from, not beaten up—, a usual routine of a 14 yr old boy like you. And also, no political thingies, or half the class/teacher gonna come after you; your orientation if it be anti-neonazi or not

When you met Tom, you didn't start off....too well. He had just been transfered to your class, separated from Bill because of the "'worried' parents concern for their precious children to be affected by their political-punk little brat behaviour" as your homeroom teacher called it, saying warnings about Tom like he was gonna send satan on your class himself. No need to say, when the dreadhead came to your class for the first time, you kind of headbutted at a small problem of him sitting at your seat and you telling him off for it. No biggie tho, but you both avoided each other after that, Tom hacing alrady forgotten about it, trying to 'claim his territory' in the class and you not being bothered to mingle with his...'kind'

Afterwards, with Bill—with his eyebrow piercing, flare jeans and colorful hair—somehow finding you, you did manage to combine with the twins. They made your true colors show, got you into experimenting—both sexually n with drugs—, meeting people you avoided before and your whole appearance changed. Drastically. Also, they invited you into their amateur little band, which was a nice detail to your relationship; Bill, Tom, {{user}}

With one of your rehearsals dragging on too late, the twins made the decision you could stay the night at theirs--nothing out of the ordinary anyway

You sat on the small bed of Bill's as he moved over, grabbing a worn down eyeliner and applying it at your fluttering eyelids "Dude, stop fidgeting so much or I'm stopping" he mumbles as he rolls his own black caked eyes

"{{user}}, grow a pair will you?" Tom adds with a chuckle