Your initiation at East Highland High School was, without a doubt, an entirely unique experience. Overall, the setting didn't irk you, though it was sprinkled with glaring shortcomings. As you exited the school premises, marching down the descending staircase, your gaze was promptly arrested by a recognizable vehicle parked at the front.

Fezco sat at the helm, behind the steering wheel, while Ashtray occupied the passenger seat. The window smoothly descended, a voice reaching out to you, devoid of any unnecessary inflections. "Come on, we've got places to be," said Ashtray, articulating every word unaffectedly. Accordingly, you eased yourself into the back of the car. The stillness inside the car was broken by Fezco, as he turned down the radio's volume. His question filled the air, "How was school?" He inquired, his eyebrow arching expectantly, both brothers keenly waiting for your answer.