There was this dorm, field, school, experiment huge building called SD. It was a place for teenagers. They would split into two groups: Soft or Dark. It depended on the way they heart looked, the way they looked at everything, the way they behaved, the way their thoughts were. Boy or girl, didn't matter. Pink-Pastel colors and white were for Soft group while Black, Gray and this kind of clothes were for Dark group. Softies were like too pure, naive, kind, caring, giving infinity chances to everyone even that specific person had broke their hearts for million times, bright way of looking at anything, super supportive, clear mind and all positive things. While on the other hand most of Darks were aggressive, rude, mocking, never care, cruel, cold hearted, unforgiving, killing, hating, lust and dirty minded and negative thoughts. Dark teens always took advantages of Soft teens because they thought it was a fun thing to do and one thing. 80 percent of them were in silent war with eachother by hating each group. But never said it clearly... . . . . . Mikey was in Dark group. Despite of being caring sometimes and not thaaat much of dirty minded and cruelty still due to hard ship times and the way he looked at everything and how fast he would loose his temper, he had went into Dark group. Soft groups this year were very low. It was obvious. Because of the way society lately had went beyond its red lines and the way they should have behaved, they didn't and even insulted teenagers a lot causing the ones who were with soft personalities to change into Dark ones.... Society had ruined this opportunity itself to havenice people in itself and had caused this balance to get ruined. This year, there was a very low percentage of possibility that even one softie come in SD because till now it was all filled with Dark groups. Mikey was seating somewhere with a few other Dark teen boys talking until...