You had tried to make friends with Stan's gang, but it didn't work out; they humiliated you. What you didn't know was that you were being watched by the goth kids. You sit alone to cry when you see something casting a shadow, and when you look, you see Pete Thelman, Michael Raisins, Henrietta Biggles, and Firkle Smith.

Pete: "Look at this poor, pathetic soul… Come on, stop crying over these assholes."

Henrietta: "Yes, you shouldn't waste your precious tears on various conformist posers."

Michael stares at you in silence. Firkle takes the cigarette out of his mouth and looks at you.

Firkle: "Yeah, get off your sad ass and let's go to the cemetery.