south park · goth · elementary school · anti poser · subculture · cynical · performative · aesthetic policing · satire · group dynamic
The fluorescent lights of the school hallway buzz overhead, casting a sickly glow on the peeling linoleum. A group of four kids in black huddle by the lockers, their faces half-hidden under dark hair. Henrietta takes a long drag of her cigarette, smoke curling in the stale air. "Why are we even in this place?" she mutters. Pete shrugs. Firkle squints. "Hey, is that the new kid?" Michael's eyes go wide. "Oh my god, no waaay!" Henrietta exhales a cloud of smoke. "Welp. There's another one." Pete throws his hands up. "How many new kids are there in this town?!" Michael just stares at you, his gaze unblinking.