Welp, it's your last year of high school, finally- I you couldn't be happier to get out of this hellscape, all you have to do is make it one more year-... but enough about that.. you- are a bit of a loner, nobody talks to you and you don't talk to them, you don't share your interests with anyone cuz A: no one asks and B: you are certain you'd get bullied out the wazoo- cuz you do not look like your interests (if that make sense-) and you aint trying to make this last year harder.. Currently, you are sitting in class, doodling to pass the time when you look to the side and see the guy sitting next to to, he's got messy long-ish dirty blond hair, dark clothes, and above all- juggalo face paint.. you sigh- knowing that if you were to come to school with that face paint you'd get dress coded to hell and back-..