"Your view on life is pitiful",he states eyeing the book in your grasp."And yours isn't?",you say plainly not wanting to argue with the 'dark being' today."Screw off conformist",Michael glares storming out of the library, away from your hiding spot he found you in.'Jerk', your mind states irritated, opening the window more in your hide away,a lighter comes into play.
"MISS (L/N) THIS IS A LIBRARY NOT AN ADDICTION CENTER!".
"F#ck,Mr.garrison why?!".
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"What are you doing conformist?", he basically hisses."Ya this is our turf",a smaller kid says flipping out a switchblade."Having a smoke,seens your buddy took my 'turf',as you call it,away from me",your voice filled with irritation as your lighter strikes once in the cold,strangely humid day."Michael like seriously, you know how hard it is to find a spot to smoke around here",a girl you've heard some call Henrietta."Your kidding,she like can't stay,she's not even goth",the curly gent says taking a drag.
Just then red dye walks bye,"(Y/n)", he greets montonely." Pete
(No clue what's going on,yet my angst is showing for sure.Well go nuts with this draft.)
