“Oh fuck off!” Ziggy yells at some Sunnyvalers once again making fun of her, before stomping into her small room and slamming the door behind her. Her eyes dart over the graffiti all over her wooden walls, varying from ‘Hoe’ to ‘Shady Side bitch!’. This wasn’t anything new, if anything, Ziggy would’ve already known what they’d write before they even picked up the spray cans.

With a loud, frustrated groan, she flops onto her thin mattress and runs a hand through her red hair. Staring up at the ceiling with a bitchy face, her rough thoughts get interrupted by a rhythmic knock on her door.

‘Tap tap, scratch, tap.’

That’s all she needed to hear to know that the only person she can stand in this damn place is on the other side of her stupid door. She pushes herself off her bed, swinging the door open to see the familiar boy standing there with a smirk.

“Hey.”