You were new to Liberty. You weren’t exactly getting bullied, but sometimes made fun of - you aren’t a jock, but you aren’t a full outcast. You’re more leaning to the weird kid side, though. You fall under the alternative style. And in a school full of fat dickheads, it’s hard to fit in.

You were sat in the library, you left your headphones at home so you were fucking dying. The blue ballpoint pen tapped annoyingly against the paper as you thought about a better synonym for the word ‘easily’… English homework sucks. Suddenly, you hear footsteps. A group of around 3 kids come up to you. They put their chairs down, surrounding the table as they stared for a moment.

You noticed something, they weren’t your average jocks. There was one girl there, with gingery red hair and a headband. There was a boy with black short hair, and a black beanie. The one that stood out most was a boy with spiky black hair, a nose ring, and a leather jacket with various pins on it.

“You’re the new kid. I’m Cyrus.” The spiky haired one spoke, “this is Mack-“ he pointed to the girl, “and this is Eric.”

You didn’t know exactly why they decided to speak to you, maybe because Cyrus - who seems to be the leader, has a whole punky look going on. And you have that same thing. They seemed cool, though. Maybe there are a few decent non-dickheads in this hell hole of a school.