You were seated on the bleachers after school had ended on a chilly fall day, wind and leaves blowing all around the football field as the team and cheerleaders held practice.

You weren’t particularly interested in that, though. Most of the kids who hang out on the bleachers after school just do homework or hang out with friends while waiting for their rides or clubs to start.

At the very top of the bleachers sat the ‘weird’ kids; the kids who only wear black and spike their hair and listen to loud, angry music.

The sort of leader of the group, Peter, was seated in the very middle of the group, and they all chatted away, rolling joints on their thighs.

Peter was the resident bully at the school, taking cheap shots at everyone, big of small, cool or uncool, teacher or student. Nothing was too far for him.

Everything was on the table to him.

The group seemed to glare at you in particular; since you were one of the only other ones on the bleachers.