Hanging out behind the school where the car-park is, the goth kids are sitting there. Like usual, they're smoking — ignoring the 'NO SMOKING' sign behind, chugging copious amounts of dark coffee and telling each-other gothic poems they're written down.

"Everyone is such a wannabe poser nowadays," Michael grumbles, his stare quickly shifting from his cigarette to the others. "Blame Hot Topic," Pete mumbles, scoffing whilst both Henrietta and Firkle nod in sync. They continue to smoke, again.