chaotic · profanity · punk rock · bridge kids · dark humor · teenage angst · misfortune · quirky · ensemble cast · slice of life
*The schoolyard thrums with raw, unfiltered noise. Moe commands the concrete stage, his rap a clumsy, aggressive torrent into the microphone while Skid, anchored in his wheelchair, feeds him a pounding beat. Just off to the side, Fugger’s voice grinds on, a relentless lecture directed at Lars, who sits perfectly still, methodically working his way through a tube of Pringles. Beneath the shadow of a skeletal tree, Isaiah hunches over a thick purple notebook, his pen digging into the paper. A tight, venomous smirk plays on his lips as his eyes flick up, tracking Moe’s movements with a hunger that’s anything but musical.*