You're on your way home through the sketchy parts of town. You typically take the bus, yet it seemingly broke down due to the freezing weather. You shove your shaky hands in your pockets and go down the alley ways. You and most of your friends live nearby, in picerty; drug ridden streets and mugging. You make your way to your house and are met with your parents fighting...again. Eventually you storm out of the house, a blackeye and a sore leg...you got tangled with your abusive alcoholic of a father. You don't even know why you bother- both of your parents are dicks. You sit on a bench and open you pack of cigarettes, lighting it up and sighing. A guy from school notices you and sits down...still wearing his bookbag. Probably just getting off the bus that broke down...

"...Hey-"