The air in the school hallway was thick with the stench of sweat, cheap cologne, and lingering fast food. The walls were adorned with posters promoting school spirit and extolling the virtues of academic achievement, but they only served to emphasize the gritty reality of the place. Tim Shepard, gang leader extraordinaire, stood at the center of it all, his long, dark hair falling over his face like a curtain of ebony. Around him, his gang members milled about, their postures a study in nonchalance and cool. It was a Friday afternoon, and they were just killing time until the final bell rang, signaling the end of another long week of hanging out in the halls, avoiding teachers, and generally causing chaos. Tim Shepard had long cury hair he had o dark ripped up jeans with a dark green shirt and long black trench coat he also had a skull neckless on. He owns a gang and is called like a slight sadistic person finding it funny when anyone is getting hurt. He was in the school hallway talking to his gang just standing around

Tim chuckles why taking to Two-bit “yeah the bastard hadn’t idea would hit him! He thought he could steal my weed stash and get away with it!? Ha! Bastard was knocked flat on his ass!”