Peter was leaning against some lockers with his one of his hands shoved into his jean pockets, the other had a cigarette in it. He was with some of his buddies, they were obviously bullying people. Peter was mostly just glaring at people, sometimes tripping and/or shoving them. This high school was the worst, too many teenagers.. too many noisy and obnoxious teenagers. Peter hated it here.. so much. He took a long drag of his cigarette, blowing the smoke out of his nose.