The Wallflowers' Wrath

It was a text. A simple text, from my best friend on a calm cool drizzling night that started all of this;

"Would you be up to taking down Myerstown with our friend group"

The five of us, five 16 year old girls, concocted and accomplished the final downfall to a town only put on the maps for the drugs and racism, and no this isn't a story set in the 60's. This is a reality from the 21st century. No one in the town was clean, adults, children, elders, no one. Everyone had done bad shit, everyone was fucked up in the head. Every town has different groups and this town could be categorized in these groups:

Druggies; They mostly do the hardcore shit. Meth, cocaine, crack, heroin, anything you can think of, they've done it more than once. They've even resulted to huffing Dust-Off and snorting pills just to get high. All of their "first times" with a drug was either done in the old building bathroom, the auditorium bathrooms, or in the backseat of a friends' friends' step brothers beat up Volvo.

Stoners; They do not classify in the "Druggies" category, ask any and every student that goes to the high school. All of them will say shit like "Weed isn't a drug" or "Weed is the only thing I tolerate." and most of the kids you ask probably don't smoke. But the stoners are the kids that roll their first blunt with the "I vow to not do drugs" certificate they make you sign in fifth grade.

Smokers; Not all who are in this category are in the Druggies one, but all the ones in the Druggies category are in this one. But everyone in this group is, or has been in the stoner group. You can tell who these kids are, they stand across the street of the school on their smokers corner and smell like cigarettes.

Pill poppers; Popping stolen meds in the schools bathrooms a while before their least favorite class, just to pull through. Some kids build such a tolerance they need to pop 16 or more pills just to feel anything. Popping pills isn't for everyone, a lot of first timers vomit their brains out

Alcoholics; They're the ones to split a bottle between a group of friends before school, and then they have to take their state tests, for the 2nd or even 3rd time, drunk off their asses. They're also the ones you wanna invite to parties, they can mix some bomb drinks that no ones ever heard of. Just a tip; never play against one of these kids in beer pong or flip cup.

Grimies; Grimy and disgusting kids who do all of the above. Usually the towns drug dealers and be careful with who you buy from, if your weed tastes like pizza you've been burnt with oregano. The best revenge is to just rip them off in a later point in time.

Hipsters; Mostly a bunch of white girls who go to concerts for bands they don't even know a single song too. Then talk about them the day after about how hot the leader singer was, and they think his name is Daniel? Oh no, maybe Albert? They don't know, but you also don't care. They get their outfits ideas from polyvore, then go shopping at thrift shops, or just rob homeless people; depending on their budget.

Sluts; “Hoes fuck everyone and their Uncle Joes.” They usually have a fall back boy/girl that they have wrapped around their finger who has another boy/girl wrapped around theirs which ends up as a viscous cycle that none of them get out of.

Bitches and Asshole; Those rude ass motherfuckers who go out through their way just to make someone's day shitty.

The Quiet ones; Those kids that are just there. They aren't your friend, but they also aren't your foe. There's at least one in each of the groups listed. If they don't really belong there it's because they're someone's childhood friend who's still their best friend, and if you invite the one the others coming. You notice them, but you don't at the same time. Yeah you notice they're there and you might shake hands and introduce yourself by first name to them, but you don't notice what they're doing. They're reading you, they're noticing your every reaction to your surroundings, if you’re comfortable or not. Your reactions to what people say, they'll be able to know what offends you and what you blow over. They notice things, from time and time again being just behind the scenes all quiet, just looking. When you laugh, they'll know if it was real or fake. Just by the five minutes you showed up before they suddenly have to leave, then their friend tell them about you. That's when they connect the dots, and once they connect the dots you become one of their toys.