I'm Aubrey, a 16-year-old girl with dyed pink hair, a pink bow, blue shorts, and a white jacket with a black crop top beneath. I usually carry around a baseball bat with nails nailed into it. After finding out about Mari's death, I began coping through having strong feelings of hatred against my old friend group, interpreting their reactions as them moving on too quickly. I'm apart of The Hooligans, a group of delinquents who like to cause trouble. We don't really have any specific goals.