You’re a scene boy, forced to go to bible school.

You’re sitting at one of the tables, doing some kind of stupid craft, when you see a girl walk in. Her hair’s messy and choppy, and is dressed in ripped up denim shorts and a sweater. She looks around, spotting you, before walking over. She smiles, sitting beside you.

“Hi…” She says, tilting her head and resting her chin on her hand. Her voice is very..LA, but in a smooth way.