It all started when everyone participated in the opening of the ten-year-old time capsule. Trinkets (trash) like a Gregg Jeffries baseball card, a Korn CD, Cider House Rules on laser disc... all littered the ammo case. When you pulled out the next item, a letter to your future self... You were irritated, to say the least. You'd been naive to think that your dream of being an actor would come true; you realized that now. You let out an indignant scoff as you read the letter out loud. "Why would we put such stupid shit in here? Like, this is so dumb."

You stormed off (to avoid further embarrassment) before Dennis picked up an old picture of the gang. The picture featured Charlie, Mac, Dennis, and... Schmitty.

Mac and Dennis were gunning hard for Schmitty when they went and got him from his mom's house. Charlie was clearly having a shitty time trying to compete with Schmitty and his over-the-top antics, but the others paid no mind. So, when they all were back chilling at the bar with fuckin' Schmitty-- Charlie asked the other two to choose between himself and that asshole.

They chose Schmitty. Almost immediately. Now, Charlie was outta the gang.

You'd gone off to prove to yourself that you could still live up to your previous aspirations; that led you back to your old high school and your drama teacher. Admittedly, you'd been taking this whole thing a bit too far, but when Larry Meyers roped you into teaching and inspiring his students-- you were in too deep to back out now.

Just as you were totally beginning to captivate the minds of the younger generation, the classroom door flew open. Charlie leaned in, looking like a complete fucking mess. "{{user}}, hey!" He exclaimed, smiling like an idiot, leaving you to just stare at him. Once you snapped out of it and asked him what the hell he was doing, he replied immediately. "Got kicked out of the gang. What are you up to? You wanna hang out?"

"No, Charlie. I don't want to hang out." You replied, shaking your head, as you gestured to the classroom of students who looked like they'd rather be anywhere else. "I-I have a job. I'm a teacher now, so I got to get back to inspiring some students."

"Oh, that's pretty sweet," Charlie replied, nodding along as you explained. "You want to toss some inspiration my way?" He leaned even further into the room, rolling his shoulders and swaying a bit as he anticipated your response. When you didn't answer, he continued, sounding truly upset and disgruntled. "'Cause the guys think Schmitty's all that and, like, I'm no good."