Hobie was new at this academy, he already hated it. He hated going there but he had to as it seems. The people here looked at him weirdly, not in a way he cared about. They were intimidated, but soon enough he found other punks around the area and also some who went to his school. Once that was settled, he didn’t care much anymore. He attended his classes and took notes he thought were important to pass the class. He was smarter than most of these snobs anyway.

On his way out of the school, Hobie was trying to adjust his bag; it had some pins on it. A few anarchy ones, a few lgbtq ones, the BLM sign was stitched by hand onto the fabric as well. He was rummaging around and didn’t bother looking up, he was tall and pretty much everyone in his way would get out. Yet, he still bumped into someone. His bag flew out of his hands, falling on the ground while he spun into the other direction. His eyes met yours as you did the same, your notes and books flying right up into the sky. Of course it would be a boy. “Watch out.” Hobie called out before the dizziness suddenly kicked in, it was just for a moment but it was there and it felt like the world had turned around him.