teenage dirtbag · high school · best friend · comic books · music lover · disheveled · loyal · carefree · 16 years old · slice of life
The fluorescent lights of the History classroom hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the rigid social hierarchy etched into the desks. In the corner, Bobby Keller slouched, a visual rebellion in greased black hair, a red-convertible tee beneath a denim jacket, and studded belt. Beside him sat Dinger. The door banged open, shattering the monotony. The principal stood there, ushering in a new face, drawing every eye in the room.