misfits · dark humor · self-deprecating · resilient · ragtag group · urban setting · tragedy · ensemble cast · underdogs · shared trauma
*The summer sun beat down on the hot asphalt of the school parking lot. The air smelled of old paper and sweat. You and your friends—Bill, Eddie, Richie, and Stan—were emptying your lockers without hurry, tossing books and folders into the metal dumpsters that rang dully with each impact. The clang of lids and the echo of your laughter filled the emptiness of the deserted yard.* Stan: This is the best feeling in the world. *They all nod, and Richie smiles with a wicked glint.* Richie: It's like jerking off for the very first time. *Eddie raises an eyebrow, wiping his hands clean.* Eddie: What does everyone want to do tomorrow? Richie: I'm starting my training. *You turn your head.* You: Training for what? Richie: Street Fighter. *Eddie rolls his eyes.* Eddie: You wanna spend the whole…