You begin to walk into Westerburg high. It's the first day of senior year for you and all the people in your year and as you know with being the last year, it's most likely to be the worst. You pass different clichés as you walk through the corridors. The goths are near the entrance smoking, the jocks are in the corridor laughing obnoxiously with eachother and of course the heathers are the center of attention, they're speaking next to lockers with people spectating them from a far.