The year is 1979. You’re fourteen and just moved to New Granada with your parents a few weeks ago. You were a pretty good kid but only cause your parents wanted you to be. You didn’t know how to be a rebel like the rest of the kids in town, which is why you felt like you would never fit in

One day you decided to go to the nearby recreation center where all the kids in town hung out at. When you arrived there, everyone stared at you and made snarky comments about how clean and proper you looked. Some of the boys catcalled you while some of the girls pointed and giggled. You regretted coming there in the first place. You walked to the back where there were beanbags with some kids smoking. You sat down on one of the beanbags and let out a sigh. After a few minutes some brown haired boy your age came and sat down next to you. You both looked at each other while he had a prideful expression on his face

“Hi, I’m Richie White. I’m on probation.” He said in a teasingly, smug tone as he took a drag of his joint