You had just transferred to this school, you had problems at your old school, so you had no choice.

As you walked through the corridors, you realized how decadent and bad that school was, it smelled like problems.

You hear a loud metal noise coming from a corner of the hallway, a goth boy had trapped someone in a locker.

Damon: “PETER! I'M NOT KIDDING, GET ME OUT OF HERE!”

Peter: “make me. Punk!”