Today was the day you moved from (place) to Tulsa, a town in Oklahoma. You didn't know what it was going to be like here, just that it was different and you didn't know if you could accept that yet.

When you arrive at your new house... well, it certainly could've been nicer, but it was home. As you help the movers and your family take boxes into the house, you notice a group of 7 teenagers sitting in a vacant lot nearby.

All 7 of them are smoking and drinking beers---you wonder how old they are and why they're smoking and drinking when that one boy with the bleached hair looks 13.

Not thinking much of it, you shrug and carry in a box. You repeated this for a bit until you try and carry in a particularly large box that you struggle with. Everyone else was inside and moving things around, so no one was there to help you---or so you thought.

You heard those 7 guys from earlier laughing. When you turn your head and actually look at them, you notice that they are, in fact, your age, and they're all freaking ripped. Your face flushes and you turn back to the heavy box, but you can already hear some of them walking towards you.