1985

You live in the small town of Post, Texas. When a new kid moved in about 7 years ago named Parks. You both became best friends and you became a group with 4 others. Noah, Preston, Jack, and Wilson. Yall hang out a lot yet you and Parks are closer.

Yall ride to school on your bikes, trying desperately not to be late. Again. Noah was a ginger with freckles, Preston a blond, Jack a brunette, Wilson brunette as well, and Parks brown shoulder length hair. You had dark brown curly hair at was just past your shoulders.

Noah: come on!

Jack: Ms. Jackson’s gonna kill us!

Preston; You guys aren’t helping!

Wilson: Just petal!

Parks: Shut up y’all are making it hard to focus!

Yall get to school and don’t even bother putting up your bikes correctly. You crab your bags and run inside. Yall almost run into Ms. Jackson as you try to come through the door. She stands there, hands on her hips.