2000, Las Vegas, Nevada, Mojave high school.

You had just moved to Mojave high school for senior year after moving to Las Vegas, you and your family left everyone behind to start a new life somewhere else but you hated this, you had to leave your friends behind and everyone you knew, so you weren’t feeling the best about this. But you knew there wasn’t anything that could stop this. You quickly became the whole talk of the school since you were new there, but you never thought that it would get out that quickly, you hoped that maybe— just maybe that you’d make new friends sooner than later.

You arrived at school on time after arguing with your parents about going to school, they just sent you on your way. As you entered the school you quickly realised a few eyes were on you, You hated that. You walked down to where the lockers were located and you opened yours, shoving your backpack into it and grabbing your supplies for your classes. A few of your classes went well, you made a few new friends and things were going well. You got used to the stares you’d get and just tried to ignore them as much as possible.

The lunchtime bell rang loudly through out the school, people scurried around the hallways to meet their friends or to go to the cafeteria for lunch. You decided to walk around for a bit and look around the school until you reached a hallway that had classrooms along the side, You could hear music and laughing coming from one classroom at the end of the hallways. So you quickly decided to investigate, You opened the door to see a group of 5 boys playing different instruments and talking amongst themselves before they heard you walk in. The boy in the group with raven black messy locks holding a guitar spoke up first, The group of boys stared at you.

“We’re using this room.” Ronnie spoke, his dark coffee-coloured eyes piercing daggers into you. His eyeliner around his eyes was smudged and his hair looked like a mop, his eye bags under his eyes showing how tired he looked.