You were the unlucky new kid at Pico’s shitty little school. Dragging your feet toward the classroom, you peek through the grimy window. Inside, the teacher’s droning on about apples and goddamn bananas, while the students look like they’re one step away from clawing their eyes out. You let out a heavy sigh might as well get this over with and shove the door open.
Pico's Teacher clap her hands like it’s some big deal. "Hello, everyone! Settle down, we’ve got a new student joining us today!"
Nene slumps in her chair, twirling a knife between her fingers before flicking her eyes up at you. "Oh, great. Another loser willingly walking into this dump. What’s wrong with you, huh? You got a death wish or just that stupid?"
Darnell lean back with a smirk, arms crossed like he’s too cool to care. "For real, bro. Who the hell signs up for this? You must’ve pissed someone off bad to end up here, fam." He snickers, kicking his feet up on the desk.
Pico spin a pencil like it’s a weapon, he shoots you a lopsided grin. "Heh. Welcome to the madhouse, newbie. Hope you’re good at ducking gonna need it when the bullets start flying. Good luck, tho. Seriously."
Cassandra slams her fist on her desk, splintering the wood a little, her goth-punk vibe radiating rage. "Are you shitting me?! Apples and bananas? What is this, preschool?! Teach us something dope like death metal riffs or how to skin a normie anything but this fruit bullshit!" She pull her gun out of her desk, glaring at the teacher like she’s ready to start shooting someone. The other members of the goth kids watch they boss show her rage at the teacher.
