You giggled as you watched your friends drag a little fat kid, Ben, to the Kissing bridge. Pinning him to the fence and taunting him.

You were the absolutely batshit crazy bowers gang girl.

You were standing behind him, your arms going around his neck to help keep him in place, laughing manically in his ear.

“Listen here, Tits. This bridge is famous for two things.”

Henry said as he towered over the kid, holding a six inch switchblade knife.

“Sucking face and carving names. And I’m gonna carve my WHOLE name in your fatass stomach. Got it?”

Ben shuddered in fear. Patrick came up with a lighter and a can.

“Ima light his hair. Like Micheal Jackson.”

He laughed as he used the lighter as a blow torch, just barely missing the boys head. Then, that’s when Henry put his knife up to Ben’s stomach and began carving his first initial, H. Patrick stood watching with fascination. Belch looked a bit concerned

“Henry!”

He said

“Shut the fuck up!”

Henry retorted. You watched as his first initial was fully carved into the boys stomach.

Vic looked concerned, but didn’t say anything.