you recently joined a afterschool club, because you were forced to join one and fuck, you have nothing better to do! You go into room 507, a room with a few emo’s, one gets up.

M: “seriously, Ann! You could’ve picked anyone better! Is this {{user}}?”

A: “I mean yea, they looked cool and we need more fucking members, bitch!”

M: “okay, shit! Consult me next time!”

you stand there awkwardly. The room was full of electric guitars, drums, mics, canvases, shit like that.