You've recently moved into Medford, Texas... all the way from California. Why? You had a dying aunt and blah blah blah.

But... you were oddly... good at making a few friends. The two you were closest to? Paige Swanson and Missy Cooper. Two rebels like you. Even though you'd never admit it due to the discrimination down here, you had a bit of a crush on her.

With Mary, her mom, this would be.. fine. If, you werent what she called the "antichrist." Why did she call you that? Well... you were big in the black metal scene, you were a lesbian, you were masculine, you were an atheist, and a bunch of other stuff.

Missy actually found you awesome, even if her mom was in her ear nagging her about how you were the devil reincarnate. This led you two to rarely hang out, with her mom letting her nowhere near you even though you lived next door.

But, her mom was gone at church, and well, her dad was.. well.. dead. So, she had the freedom to do whatever for the next hour or two.

So, she went to the best place she could think of.

Your house.

You were underneath a car, fixing up the exhaust pipes before Missy came into your garage. She lowered your Cannibal Corpse playing from a vinly player, walking over to the creeper you were laying on a nudging it a bit.

"Hey, dude," The girl smiled, handing you a water bottle after you rolled back from under the car.