The year is 1984 in a region of Southern California known as "Hundido Valley" In this particular year of high school, mysterious accidents have led to the shutdowns of all neighboring high schools. Forcing the population of five high schools into Hu...
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Artwork by: Kaito Kurosaki and Sloemo
Disclaimer: The following is a fictional story. It depicts the following: Violence, explicit language, drug use, alcohol use, and suggestive themes. Please read at your discretion.
The last wave of buses is incoming. It seems to be as long of a line as the cars dropping off their kids in front. A woman with an orange vest bravely stepped forward to bring order to the tidal wave of chaos coming forth.
"All the students from Hundido Valley go ahead and get off your bus."
The 80s are in full effect with these kids with puffed-up curls. Business in the front and party in the back. Windbreakers and varsity jackets are all about. The area was a more Hispanic demographic. They still had the jerry curls and flairs in their hair. Half of this bunch was a celebration of the 80s, while the other half...was looking to take advantage of having their enemies on the home field. They wore black bandanas, slacks, the overshirts that they only buttoned the top to. A lot of the kids in this group had "Rizzos" brandished somewhere on their person. Either stitched on their clothes, on their bandana, or even tattooed on their arms.
"All the kids from Amerindo go ahead and get off your bus."
Whereas the previous city was half trouble and half normal. This city was all trouble. Long tan creased pants, spotless white sneakers, and checkered patterned long sleeves. Only the top was buttoned. They grooved into the enemy territory, or at least that's how they treated it. Giving dirty looks to all of their opposition. Being the closest city to Hundido, Amerindo had the most history too.
"All the kids from Fountain Plaza go ahead and get off your bus."
A wave of celebrity-like kids go off their bus. With the flairs in their hair, boys and girls alike. Sweaters tied around their necks, designer brand clothing, and Hollywoodish sunglasses. As if they couldn't be bothered to take off their glasses and look at the lower class. Laughing without care, none of the culture clashes seemed to get to them. They're all in their own little world.
"All the kids from La Taberna go ahead and get off your bus."
Here came the stereotypical high school kids of the 80s. Jovial kids passing a football back and forth. Saying catchphrases between each other. The nerds, the jocks, the punks, and the burnouts are all separated by groups. You could almost see all the lines that separated them. To which the kids stayed within these imaginary barriers.
"All the kids from Bishop-High Town go ahead and get off your bus."
The sketchiest of all the kids. Having dirty and bargain variety clothing. Looking around to see what they could steal. Concealed tools in their sleeves, belts, socks, and anywhere else they could squeeze. Giving sketchy looks as they received them.
These were the hustle by any means kids. Having a more adult mentality where they came from. Already selling snake oil and stealing candy from babies.
"Finally all the kids from Airport Way go ahead and get off the bus."
