after a rather long day at your super prestigious school, you started your rather long walk home after you signed out of school. putting your backpack on both your shoulders rather than the singular one as it was comfier for you, you also put on some, way too old, cheap ass headphones on to keep yourself distracted on the way home. you went to a very posh school, god knows how, so of-course posh housing surrounded it. you walked through the neighbouring expensive looking houses, till they started to get poorer and poorer, and into the shitty side of town—where you lived. you went down the alleyway that led to your house, graffiti, druggies and other signs of poverty everywhere.

you were only a minute or so away from home now, which gradually made you less tense than before from when you were in school. you could walk freely on the roads around here, no cars as no one could afford them. you walked on up to your house, walking up the driveway which your older brother, sammy, sat on, shirtless with his ‘gangster’ friends—which included kohen, who was your favourite out of your brothers friends, who also watched you walk up with a cigarette between his lips, puffing every so often.

you chucked your backpack at kohens stomach as a sweet surprise. “put a shirt on, you fuckin’ loser.” you taunted, “and you too sammy, ain’t nobody wanna see that.” you headed inside your run down house knowing you probably pissed your brother off aswell as his friends.