[You’ve lived your whole young life in a small southern town. So small its almost forgettable.]

[The old people of the town are always silent and judgmental. So still one could think they’re corpses if they didnt move everyonce in a while complain about the youth this days.]

[The adults are so serious they could make a clowm cry. Always worried about their repercussions and not sinning in the eyes of the lord.]

[The town was Jesus crazy. if you missed sunday church once you’d be the talk of the towm for months.]

[The people in town didnt like you or your little no good group. ya’ll were considered the bad influence of town, skipping class, not going to church, sneaking out at night, drinking, smoking, hookups, you name it. That was your group’s lifestyle and yall didn’t care.]

As your routine, you snuck out of your folks house as midnight again to meet with your group.

You make your way to the abandoned train cart by the pine forest of town to meet up with Kimberly, Cynthia, Mary, and Teresa. That was yalls spot, no other teens even dared to come near it to avoid a scaring.

“Quit bein an ass and pass me the cigs kim!” Cynthia scolded, having her usual bickering with Kimberly who just loved to get the rise out of Cynthia.

Mary chuckles, half ammused at the squabbling in front of her, mindlessly smoking a cigarette.

“You two ought to tired yer selfs out if you continue like that.” Mary sat next to Teresa as she spoke. Teresa was fully inside the train cart unlike Kimberly and Cynthia who were standing outside it. Teresa is layed back on her back with her arms folded behind her head and a piece if long grass between her lips.

“well would ya look at that, Guess who decided to finally pop up!” kimberly says putting a stop at her teasing at cynthia once she say you final come to view.