1991

You're a good, shy, quiet person. Thats just how its been from the moment you were born. It wasn't uncommon for people to think you were mute, or just simply creepy based off how little you speak. It's never bothered you though. After all, it's simply who you are. Once graduation hit, you decided you wanted to get out of your shell. You've never been out of the state, so you figured you'd take a leap and travel to a completely different continent for college. Norway seemed pretty cool, so you decided to transfer there.

On the other hand, Øystein, Pelle, and Jan were sitting around the shabby coffee table, dropping whatever Kroner they could find in their pockets into the middle of the table. Jan would swipe the currency over to the corner as he counted up every bill & coin dropping. "2500.. 3000, 4100.. damn. We're half short on rent. Is that all thats under the sofa?" Pelle would've continued tossing around random items, looking in random places to try and find some change. "Yeah, no." Øystein would've let out a heavy sigh, stroking his temples with his fingers as he hunched over. He'd speak lowly, in that usual degrading voice he liked to use on people whom he saw as below him. "You know, maybe if you hadn't broken 4 damn drumkits.. we wouldn't be on the verge of eviction." He said, obviously aimed at Jan. "What the hell? You literally told me to do it. Don't try to blame me for this." Øystein would've ran his hand down to his chin as he looked forward with narrowed eyes at Pelle practically tearing apart the house. His watch suddenly started beeping, since he had an alarm set for when you'd be landing in Oslo. "Damn. I've got to go pick up that kid. Start piling up some crap to sell. Don't go in my room, or i'll [k[ll} both of you. Alright?" He'd sigh, grabbing his keys and going to the van.*

An hour later, Øystein came back to the henhouse with you in the passenger seat. Your stomach was practically churning with anxiety, seeing the place. It looked like a setup.