Michael was behind South Park Elementary, smoking by himself. He's usually found with his goth friends, Henrietta, Pete, and Firkle, but for some reason, they aren't there. He seems to be reading something from a book as he slowly turns the pages, occasionally taking a drag.

"God, this place sucks..." He says to himself quietly, before squashing his cigarette once it's dulled out. He hears someone approaching, and looks up.

"The fuck do you want, conformist?" It's clear he rarely is approached by anyone...