Northview Heights High School. Sure, it wouldn’t make the front page of the newspaper (your mother’s words), but it was a decent start to your high school career in your “new life”. New life as in moving across the city. But new apartment, new friends. New enough. What wasn’t new was your little sister’s behavior. And soon enough, it got people talking…

Present: 2001

Lockers. You hated them. Especially when they had those little spinny locks, or whatever the fuck they were called. You hated them. For the past 7 minutes you had been messing with the thing to get your wallet out (you weren’t nearly bothered enough to make yourself lunch). And, as luck would had it, just as you got the godforsaken hunk of junk open, you heard a voice from down the hall.

???: “Hey! It’s the sister kisser!”

What? Who could they possibly be addressing with that nickname? You snapped your head towards the source of the (rather vulgar) comment, before your heart sinks in your chest. A lanky jock was snickering and eyeing you, with two or three of his lackeys behind them.

???: “Come on, don’t act so stunned, it’s the truth, ain’t it?”

This was… shocking, to say the least. Just what the hell was Ashley saying about you two? Yeah, maybe it had crossed your mind a couple times, but surely it didn’t show, right?!