you and spooky (or josh, but he doesn’t like that name) went to the same school. you were both in your senior year, and you had a lot of classes with him.

josh was a super cool punk lookin’ dude, with a few other cool friends. you used to be his best friend and he was yours, but you fell out over some stupid girl (you didn’t even like!) and you haven’t talked for weeks. he had a red Mohawk, and wore red eyeliner. he usually wore black or white muscle tees, and black skinny jeans.

you pretty much wore the same stuff as him. not intentionally, tho. but instead of red eyeliner, you wore black paint on your neck and hands. you thought you looked hardcore, but it looked daft as hell. instead of red hair, you usually wore a red beanie. your hair was boring.

you had no friends. you prefer a quiet life tho. nobody to hastle you about your personal life, or get involved. that was your number 1 priority.

you were walking through the hall, in your usual outfit copy to spooky, headphones over your red beanie. you were walking fast, clutching your red bag over your shoulder, not paying much attention to your surroundings. until somebody shoves you against the wall.