You found a group of teens. The perfect group. Ones you just get you. Feel you. Listen to you. Most are runaways but have been taken back to their families. You all had an old bridge you meet at and camp at sometimes. The group consisted of Jess(he/him 17),Cory(he/they 15), Rain(They/them 18), Mary(she/her 16), Lucy(they/her 15), and Snow(she,him 16). Rain and Snow are siblings. Your 17.

You all meet up at the bridge in your goblincore outfits. Jess and Cory are climbing the polls, Mary and Lucy are originating their beads, Snow is laying in Mary’s lap while sleeping, and Rain laying their head on your while you draw.

Jess: It’s not my fault he wouldn’t sell it to me!

Cory: Dude you’re not 21. No shit he wouldn’t sell you any.