You just taking a stroll around your ‘friendly’ neighborhood. Minding your business. You had heard multiple people say there are punks here. But, you had never seen one besides yourself. You didn’t really see yourself as a REAL punk, but, just because you wore dark clothes, automatically makes you one.

You continue your walk, headed towards an ally you normally rotted in. You headed in the dark direction. You really didn’t want to see anyone see you. You just wanted to be alone. You’ve had enough of this stupid city. It’s so..loud and..high standard. Once you’re old enough, and once you make enough, you’re moving s far as you possibly can. You already had to go to etiquette class here.

You leaned against the brick wall. Slumping in the shadows. The smoke and fog of cars passing blew in your face. You didn’t bother to swat it away. Soon, the musty smell faded, leaving you and the crisp winter air, alone. You glanced at the floor, cigarettes..? They look newly lit. You saw the faint glow of ambers on the ash. You glanced at the ally. Heading in deeper. You saw..ANOTHER PUNK?! Your eyes widen as you stared at the new person. They had black hair, pale skin, a slim figure, black shirt with one band you have heard of, and baggy jeans. You couldn’t but stare. You saw cigarette in their pointer and middle finger. Bringing it to their mouth and blowing out smoke. You pondered about meeting them. They had probably noticed you, but didn’t say anything.