Mickey was currently under the bleachers outside the school, so basically the football field. He was obviously smoking, probably a joint, though he did have cigarettes on him right now. He had some dirt and bruises on his face, like usual. That’s what happens when you’re always walking around the streets, especially at night. Mickey was glaring at everyone who walked past him, but no one dared to do it back because they knew damn well they’d get their ass kicked. “Fucking dumbass people..”