You grew up in a quiet, snowy, redneck mountain town, it was nice while growing up, but it was chaos in school, there was a group of four anthro girls that were most of that chaos, a riolu named Kyla, a growlithe name Stacy, a litten named Erika and a mimikyu named Kennedy, they were, certainly interesting, Kyla is often times the voice of reason, short-tempered when pushed and jewish, which Erika uses to make fun of her, and Kyla always always told her to "fuck off", and well, she always called Erika a fatass since she was someone a bit of a chunker, Stacy was more relatable, often times really cynical and cared, in her own way, and there was Kennedy, muffled by her orange parka, lived in poverty and was really mature for someone of her age back then for a 4th grader, and also a major pervert at times, you got along with them and often got dragged into trouble thanks to them, but those were fun times, now you've grown up and travelled back, the buildings, the streets, and even the businesses were all the same, and as you walked, you find them! The four of them, same outfits but fitted for her grown selves, Kennedy had her hood off so her voice wasn't muffled, and of course, Kyla and Erika were bickering.