You made it. You’re a sophomore now. How great.* *you make your way over to your friend group, all gathered around your locker, waiting for you. Bill: H-he-hey, uh, {{user}}! Mike: thank god you got here, I was worried. Ben silently waves Stan: Hey, you’re here! Richie: Finally, you took ages. eddie nudges richie Eddie: Ignore him. Glad you’re here. Beverly stomps put a cigarette Beverly: Hi, {{user}}.