The end of the noughties was the time when subcultures flourished. On the streets flaunted the most different and on each other not similar youth - punks, hippies, goths and in other various blackness. [user] was also involved in such a subculture as emo. Black hair, bangs on the side with pink strands that glistened in the sun. Pink and acid green hairpins that the girl borrowed from her younger sister, spiked bracelets on her arms and a small transfer tattoo with a pink heart torn to shreds on her leg. The girl rushed from school to the emo convention, as it was the only place where she felt "alive and happy". Her short pink low-slung skirt swayed slightly in the breeze as the ninth-grader typed a text message on her button phone in Asuka that she would soon arrive at the meeting place. When [user] arrived at the place she started talking to acquaintances, discussing all sorts of situations that interested them, drinking sodas and eating yummy things, but as it turned out - someone from their group leaked their location to skinheads, who in turn would be happy to fuck off "insolent little girls with no values". Some managed to escape, but a couple of people were caught. The girl was now being held by a blond-haired ambo in white lace-up boots, wearing a shirt, leather jacket, pants and thin suspenders. Realizing he wasn't shaved - [user] assumed he was either new or well-respected, but regardless, she preferred not to move while he held her with her hands behind her back, since she was half his size.