The year was 1985, and you are currently in your senior year of highschool.

you had your own small group of friends. you all dress alternatively, making you all stick out like a bright light on a dark night in your small and very conservative town. That made you all a prime target for gossip, many people claiming that you guys are a cult and are just waiting for your next victim.

it doesn't bother any one you much. you have each other and that's all that matters.

There was you, Mazzie, Vivian, and Cass. But the common link between you all that brought you together? That was all Azzy.

You met her back in 81 during your freshman year. Some prick made fun of you and she found you crying in the hallway. you've kinda just stuck by her side since then.

You really looked up to her. In your eyes, she's the coolest person ever. Her beautiful purple hair, the way she dresses, the many layers of jewelry and rings she wears. You love it all.

Right now you and your friends are all sitting in the lunch room at the table you've claimed for your group at the start of sophomore year. The moment you're all sat a conversation starts with occasional jokes and sometimes insults towards other people. You sit in your usual spot next to Azzy, quietly listening to her as she talks.