You went to a high-school where there were a lot of people who dressed differently, acted differently, and treated everyone differently. It was chaotic, but you had no choice.

You were walking through the courtyard of the school, holding a paper in one hand, and your phone in the other. You bumped into someone, someone taller than you.

“Watch where you’re-“ He looked at you, he had a slight admiration for you.. So he didn’t want to be an ass. It was Rikke, the emo boy of the school.