Lifestyle Came to check what normies from my high school are doing today since graduation

[Water_Flame]

Former friend in middle school: After high school, he decided to pursue his interests as a guitar musician. Huge fan of psychedelic rock and aspires to form a band that one day it supposedly becomes famous


Close classmate I used to talk daily: Has graduated from 2 year community college and still struggles to this day to land a software engineering job.


Autistic nerd: Excels at every subject and is heavily into left wing politics. Possibly a victim of fetal alcohol syndrome since his facial features resembled pretty uncommon things compared to the others. Every time I used to sit in the class this fucker (who was sitting behind me) would kick my chair behind and make a smug face whenever I turned back to tell him to fuck off. I already knew the reason behind him doing all of this shit (he was being influenced by the normies who were spreading false rumors about me, so he had his sweet opportunity to shine too). During breaks he would stand near the class and wait for the teachers while playing clash royale with his other sub5 friends. Currently majors in astrophysics, his dream is to land a job in NASA jfl


Popular Chadlite jock: Was one of the lowest inhib people i have seen during school, had a lot of gfs and most of times the school revolved around him. Sometimes used to insult and get into arguments with teachers and break stuff. Rumored that he used to sell drugs(?). Has a group of like 8 friends. They're pretty low inhib too. He currently works as a carpenter apprentice in construction and has a receding hairline.


5'3 LGBT soy feminine fag: Used to be bullied and cry during elementary for being a faggot but as the years passed, he had learnt to become the butt of the jokes and side with the normies who made fun of me. Wore colorful shirts and had some parts of his hair dyed to green, while acting faggy towards girl groups. Currently majors in Psychology. Hopefully his future patient is an ex-convict sociopath who skins him alive.


Annoying couple: Would french kiss in the corner of the schoolground daily and rub their love into everyone's faces, especially mine's. Nigger really thinks hes the shit because hes finally got into a relationship. People would often post soft joke stories about them, like some sort of a school inside joke about that so-called couple making love in the corner. Don't know much, but the girl got pregnant at 19 and is still living with her boyfriend and has a baby. Rough life awaits in the future


Some HTN that was part of chadlite jock's group: NEET


Popular blonde HTB: Petite and athletic girl. Was very bright and nice towards everyone. She was basically your average famous schoolgirl during high school, attainted many parties and could get along with males too. Of course the chads. She had pretty low grades but she managed to persuade the teachers to let her pass. Dunno what happened these years, but fast forward I found out from her friend's insta that she suffered from severe depression/psychosis and is partaking in a psychiatric hospital for recovery.


Tallcuck who used to laugh for no reason whenever he sees me: Is enlisted in the Army full time. Hopefully his body gets blown by a landmine if a war happens to break out.


Rebellious buzz cut girl: She would often skip classes and smoke with her friends in school. Surely has severe daddy issues and apparently glorifies depression and self harms for attention. Wears punk outfit with spikes everywhere and she sometimes partakes with other groups after school to vandalize walls. Apparently school doesnt care either. Is currently NEET.


Janitor: One of the few who were nice towards me, he seems to have retired by the last time I checked my school out of curiosity.


Annoying loud fat blonde bitch: I got into a fight with her during middle school because she wouldnt stop spreading false rumors about me in the classes Snapchat group. One day I was having it enough and I punched her in the face out of nowhere (autism) and she started breaking down in tears, resulting into me being villainized. Got expelled by cuck teachers but for me it was worth it. She is currently a med school student, is posting her stressful life stories on twitter. Complains about having to work interns are tiring and lessons are very stressful for her. Copes by posting dog/cat videos on TikTok.

 

[Caesar]

I'm not reading all of that shit man.

 

[Water_Flame]

I'm not reading all of that shit man.

Ok.

 

[Rebbington]

Former friend in middle school: After high school, he decided to pursue his interests as a guitar musician. Huge fan of psychedelic rock and aspires to form a band that one day it supposedly becomes famous


Close classmate I used to talk daily: Has graduated from 2 year community college and still struggles to this day to land a software engineering job.


Autistic nerd: Excels at every subject and is heavily into left wing politics. Possibly a victim of fetal alcohol syndrome since his facial features resembled pretty uncommon things compared to the others. Every time I used to sit in the class this fucker (who was sitting behind me) would kick my chair behind and make a smug face whenever I turned back to tell him to fuck off. I already knew the reason behind him doing all of this shit (he was being influenced by the normies who were spreading false rumors about me, so he had his sweet opportunity to shine too). During breaks he would stand near the class and wait for the teachers while playing clash royale with his other sub5 friends. Currently majors in astrophysics, his dream is to land a job in NASA jfl


Popular Chadlite jock: Was one of the lowest inhib people i have seen during school, had a lot of gfs and most of times the school revolved around him. Sometimes used to insult and get into arguments with teachers and break stuff. Rumored that he used to sell drugs(?). Has a group of like 8 friends. They're pretty low inhib too. He currently works as a carpenter apprentice in construction and has a receding hairline.


5'3 LGBT soy feminine fag: Used to be bullied and cry during elementary for being a faggot but as the years passed, he had learnt to become the butt of the jokes and side with the normies who made fun of me. Wore colorful shirts and had some parts of his hair dyed to green, while acting faggy towards girl groups. Currently majors in Psychology. Hopefully his future patient is an ex-convict sociopath who skins him alive.


Annoying couple: Would french kiss in the corner of the schoolground daily and rub their love into everyone's faces, especially mine's. Nigger really thinks hes the shit because hes finally got into a relationship. People would often post soft joke stories about them, like some sort of a school inside joke about that so-called couple making love in the corner. Don't know much, but the girl got pregnant at 19 and is still living with her boyfriend and has a baby. Rough life awaits in the future


Some HTN that was part of chadlite jock's group: NEET


Popular blonde HTB: Petite and athletic girl. Was very bright and nice towards everyone. She was basically your average famous schoolgirl during high school, attainted many parties and could get along with males too. Of course the chads. She had pretty low grades but she managed to persuade the teachers to let her pass. Dunno what happened these years, but fast forward I found out from her friend's insta that she suffered from severe depression/psychosis and is partaking in a psychiatric hospital for recovery.


Tallcuck who used to laugh for no reason whenever he sees me: Is enlisted in the Army full time. Hopefully his body gets blown by a landmine if a war happens to break out.


Rebellious buzz cut girl: She would often skip classes and smoke with her friends in school. Surely has severe daddy issues and apparently glorifies depression and self harms for attention. Wears punk outfit with spikes everywhere and she sometimes partakes with other groups after school to vandalize walls. Apparently school doesnt care either. Is currently NEET.


Janitor: One of the few who were nice towards me, he seems to have retired by the last time I checked my school out of curiosity.


Annoying loud fat blonde bitch: I got into a fight with her during middle school because she wouldnt stop spreading false rumors about me in the classes Snapchat group. One day I was having it enough and I punched her in the face out of nowhere (autism) and she started breaking down in tears, resulting into me being villainized. Got expelled by cuck teachers but for me it was worth it. She is currently a med school student, is posting her stressful life stories on twitter. Complains about having to work interns are tiring and lessons are very stressful for her. Copes by posting dog/cat videos on TikTok.

I'll make sure n kill that homo sexual for u ill throw in the fat woman for a 2 for 1 discount

I'd definitely slip the dick to the buzzcut woman esp since they are religious it'd be alot easier to convince them I'm not a social reject and that I'm going places and that I don't huff petrol

As for the rest besides the janny I hope they all meet whatever fate you want them to

 

[Water_Flame]

I'll make sure n kill that homo sexual for u ill throw in the fat woman for a 2 for 1 discount

I'd definitely slip the dick to the buzzcut woman esp since they are religious it'd be alot easier to convince them I'm not a social reject and that I'm going places and that I don't huff petrol

As for the rest besides the janny I hope they all meet whatever fate you want them to

Avi checks out. Terminator style

 

[Deleted member 934]

I like going on facebook to see how hard cucks descended. NEETing is the biggest looksmax

Former friend in middle school: After high school, he decided to pursue his interests as a guitar musician. Huge fan of psychedelic rock and aspires to form a band that one day it supposedly becomes famous

Does he listen to Mahavishnu Orchestra?

Close classmate I used to talk daily: Has graduated from 2 year community college and still struggles to this day to land a software engineering job.

Is he Indian?

5'3 LGBT soy feminine fag: Used to be bullied and cry during elementary for being a faggot but as the years passed, he had learnt to become the butt of the jokes and side with the normies who made fun of me. Wore colorful shirts and had some parts of his hair dyed to green, while acting faggy towards girl groups. Currently majors in Psychology. Hopefully his future patient is an ex-convict sociopath who skins him alive.

Is he on HRT?

 

[Moondust]

Former friend in middle school: After high school, he decided to pursue his interests as a guitar musician. Huge fan of psychedelic rock and aspires to form a band that one day it supposedly becomes famous


Close classmate I used to talk daily: Has graduated from 2 year community college and still struggles to this day to land a software engineering job.


Autistic nerd: Excels at every subject and is heavily into left wing politics. Possibly a victim of fetal alcohol syndrome since his facial features resembled pretty uncommon things compared to the others. Every time I used to sit in the class this fucker (who was sitting behind me) would kick my chair behind and make a smug face whenever I turned back to tell him to fuck off. I already knew the reason behind him doing all of this shit (he was being influenced by the normies who were spreading false rumors about me, so he had his sweet opportunity to shine too). During breaks he would stand near the class and wait for the teachers while playing clash royale with his other sub5 friends. Currently majors in astrophysics, his dream is to land a job in NASA jfl


Popular Chadlite jock: Was one of the lowest inhib people i have seen during school, had a lot of gfs and most of times the school revolved around him. Sometimes used to insult and get into arguments with teachers and break stuff. Rumored that he used to sell drugs(?). Has a group of like 8 friends. They're pretty low inhib too. He currently works as a carpenter apprentice in construction and has a receding hairline.


5'3 LGBT soy feminine fag: Used to be bullied and cry during elementary for being a faggot but as the years passed, he had learnt to become the butt of the jokes and side with the normies who made fun of me. Wore colorful shirts and had some parts of his hair dyed to green, while acting faggy towards girl groups. Currently majors in Psychology. Hopefully his future patient is an ex-convict sociopath who skins him alive.


Annoying couple: Would french kiss in the corner of the schoolground daily and rub their love into everyone's faces, especially mine's. Nigger really thinks hes the shit because hes finally got into a relationship. People would often post soft joke stories about them, like some sort of a school inside joke about that so-called couple making love in the corner. Don't know much, but the girl got pregnant at 19 and is still living with her boyfriend and has a baby. Rough life awaits in the future


Some HTN that was part of chadlite jock's group: NEET


Popular blonde HTB: Petite and athletic girl. Was very bright and nice towards everyone. She was basically your average famous schoolgirl during high school, attainted many parties and could get along with males too. Of course the chads. She had pretty low grades but she managed to persuade the teachers to let her pass. Dunno what happened these years, but fast forward I found out from her friend's insta that she suffered from severe depression/psychosis and is partaking in a psychiatric hospital for recovery.


Tallcuck who used to laugh for no reason whenever he sees me: Is enlisted in the Army full time. Hopefully his body gets blown by a landmine if a war happens to break out.


Rebellious buzz cut girl: She would often skip classes and smoke with her friends in school. Surely has severe daddy issues and apparently glorifies depression and self harms for attention. Wears punk outfit with spikes everywhere and she sometimes partakes with other groups after school to vandalize walls. Apparently school doesnt care either. Is currently NEET.


Janitor: One of the few who were nice towards me, he seems to have retired by the last time I checked my school out of curiosity.


Annoying loud fat blonde bitch: I got into a fight with her during middle school because she wouldnt stop spreading false rumors about me in the classes Snapchat group. One day I was having it enough and I punched her in the face out of nowhere (autism) and she started breaking down in tears, resulting into me being villainized. Got expelled by cuck teachers but for me it was worth it. She is currently a med school student, is posting her stressful life stories on twitter. Complains about having to work interns are tiring and lessons are very stressful for her. Copes by posting dog/cat videos on TikTok.

This reminds me of the end of the movie where The credit's roll and they tell you what happened to everyone

I went to high school in the south and there were a lot of attractive intelligent preppy Dawson's Creek looking white people in my class and they're all successful now

One became a chiropractor, one owns a bar now, One became a farmer, another a manager, another a newscaster. And they're all happy looking and married and have kids now . Weird one married a mena girl tho lmao. There was literally like 3 non white or black kids at my high school including me

 

[Deleted member 934]

Rebellious buzz cut girl: She would often skip classes and smoke with her friends in school. Surely has severe daddy issues and apparently glorifies depression and self harms for attention. Wears punk outfit with spikes everywhere and she sometimes partakes with other groups after school to vandalize walls. Apparently school doesnt care either. Is currently NEET.

Sounds fuckable. Pics?

 

[Moondust]

Sounds fuckable. Pics?

>Buzzcut
>Fuckable

 

[Water_Flame]

Does he listen to Mahavishnu Orchestra?

When he invited me to his home his room was hella fuckin messy and there were full of instruments and discographies. From what I remember the many remarkable artists he seems to listen were pink floyd and beatles. Aside from that his father looked and acted like your stereotypical hobo junkie (which im not sure if his mannerisms influenced his son jfl)

Is he Indian?

Romanian but looks mixed

Is he on HRT?

He used to joke about having a huge penis, and listen to Nicki minaj and Billie Eilish with the girls.He had this weird haircut that many gays have

 

[Water_Flame]

This reminds me of the end of the movie where The credit's roll and they tell you what happened to everyone

I went to high school in the south and there were a lot of attractive intelligent preppy Dawson's Creek looking white people in my class and they're all successful now

One became a chiropractor, one owns a bar now, One became a farmer, another a manager, another a newscaster. And they're all happy looking and married and have kids now . Weird one married a mena girl tho lmao. There was literally like 3 non white or black kids at my high school including me

Brutal shit. Shouldve never found out

 

[Water_Flame]

Sounds fuckable. Pics?

Perfectly accurate depiction of her

 

[Deleted member 934]

When he invited me to his home his room was hella fuckin messy and there were full of instruments and discographies.

sounds like my room

From what I remember the many remarkable artists he seems to listen were pink floyd and beatles.

Pedestrian taste.

 

[Water_Flame]

sounds like my room

Does it look exactly like this?

 

[Deleted member 934]

Does it look exactly like this?

Looks more comfy than my room

 

[Water_Flame]

Looks more comfy than my room

You gotta show us a tour of your house one day

 

[Magonia]

The dimly lit bar was packed with people, the smoke so thick you could cut it with a knife. The buzz of conversations and clinking glasses filled the air as Jesse "Jay" Hawkins strutted onto the stage, his long, unkempt hair swaying to the beat of the music already playing. He would've laughed at the irony of being asked to play here, but he didn't have time for that shit. He didn't care about the politics of the Alt-Right or any other movement; he just wanted to make music. And right now, that meant playing for these red-hatted fucks who didn't understand a goddamn note of psychedelic rock.



His worn-out band t-shirt clung to his skinny frame like a second skin as he began to play, fingers effortlessly gliding across the guitar strings like they were part of his soul. The crowd cheered, elbows knocking into each other in excitement, beers sloshing around in their cups. They thought they knew what they wanted - some nostalgia, a taste of the old days - but they had no idea what they were in for.



As Jay started playing, the room transformed. The music washed over them, intoxicating, hypnotic, and they couldn't help but move to its rhythm. A rhythm of rebellion, of stardom, of raw talent. They didn't know what they were feeling, but they knew they liked it. They pumped their fists in the air and chanted his name, lost in the moment.



He played on, eyes closed tight against the smoke and the sweat and the noise, lost in the haze of his own making. His riffs were fierce, his voice raspy but true, echoing throughout the bar. The smell of stale beer mixed with cigarettes and desperation hung heavy in the air, but he barely noticed. This was his world now: the stage, the lights, the adoration. And even if they didn't know it, he did this for them too. He was their savior, their messiah, their voice. They'd never heard anything like this before - raw, unfiltered emotion poured into every note, every chord.



And then there she walked in. Long legs and a leather jacket, black hair and dark eyes that saw right through him. She stood at the back of the room, watching him with an intensity that made his heart race. He couldn't tear his gaze away from her as he played, wondering who the hell she was and what she wanted. But all that mattered was the music, so he kept going. He played until his fingers bled and his voice gave out, until the crowd was delirious with joy. And when he finally finished, he looked at her again, hoping for some kind of sign.



She nodded once, almost imperceptibly, before disappearing into the night. He didn't care who she was or what she stood for - all that mattered was that she understood. And for the first time in ages, he felt something other than loneliness and despair. He smiled for the first time in years, just before the room exploded into applause. The world around him faded away, leaving only him and her and the music.





"That was amazing," Samantha said, her voice cutting through the noise. She downed her drink and pulled out a chair at the bar, sitting next to him. She was everything he wasn't - neat and organized, dressed in a business casual outfit that screamed "I mean business." But there was a sparkle in her eye, a fire burning deep down that reminded him of himself. And he couldn't help but like her for it.



"Thanks," he said, wiping his face with a towel. "You're not here for the music, are you?" He chuckled, taking a swig of his beer.



"I am," she said, raising an eyebrow. "But I'm also here for you."



He blinked, surprised. "Yeah? Why's that?"



She shrugged, taking another sip of her drink. "You're something special, Jay. Something real. This world needs more of that."



He snorted. "Yeah, well... let's see if it wants it. More importantly, let's see if I can make any money off it."



She laughed, the sound unexpected and delightful. "You'll find a way. Trust me."



They talked late into the night, about their dreams and fears, their struggles and successes. They shared stories of failure and redemption over cheap beer and even cheaper shots. And when the bar closed, she walked him back to his crappy apartment, saying "I got this."





Inside his apartment, they collapsed on the couch, their hearts beating in sync with the rhythm of the city outside. She looked at him, really looked at him, and saw someone who cared about more than just himself. Someone who wanted to make a difference, even if it was through music. It was refreshing, this connection they shared; unspoken but understood.



"Stay," he said quietly.



She hesitated, glancing around at the mess that was his life. But then she nodded, curling up next to him under a worn-out blanket.



He put on an old vinyl record, the needle scratching across the surface as Pink Floyd filled the room. They talked some more, about politics and identity and how the world was changing. How the Alt-Right presidency was gaining traction, and people were flocking to it like moths to a flame. He didn't get it - couldn't relate - but he respected her passion. She was smart, after all.



And before he knew it, they were kissing - slowly, softly, like two strangers exploring each other's mouths for the first time. Their tongues danced together, a harmony to the music playing in the background. Their bodies moved together like they were made for this, like it was fate. They undressed each other slowly, deliberately, savoring every inch of skin revealed. He couldn't help but think this was more than just physical attraction; it was something deeper, something soulful. It was as if their lives had been leading up to this moment—a symphony of understanding and passion.



And then, they made love, their bodies moving in perfect rhythm to the melody of the record player's vibrations. It was intense and beautiful, like a symphony crescendoing to its finale.







As they lay there in post-coital bliss, Oliver "Ollie" Thompson entered the living room, a little out of breath. He'd been studying all day and just needed a break. He glanced over at them, then looked away quickly, pretending he hadn't seen anything. He grabbed a beer from the fridge and retreated to his room, closing the door behind him.



Meanwhile, Chad "Chad" Mitchell and his crew barged into the bar like they owned the place. Their loud laughter filled the air as they took seats at a large table near the stage. Chad, always the center of attention, ordered rounds of shots for everyone while whispering something about "that hot chick" over by the bar. His eyes scanned the room for potential targets, landing on Samantha "Sam" Carter with a sickening smile on his face.



Sam rolled hers at their antics but kept sipping her drink, lost in thought. She knew what they were after; she'd seen it before. Guys like Chad only cared about one thing - using women for their pleasure then disposing of them when they were done. She wasn't about to be another notch on his belt.



A loud cheer erupted from the crowd as Jesse "Jay" Hawkins stepped onto the stage, his guitar slung low around his neck. His fingers danced across the strings like lightning, drawing everyone in with his raw talent and soulful melodies. The room was mesmerized by his passion, his dedication to his craft. It was as if time stood still as he let loose an intense solo that sent shivers down spines and made hearts race. The night was young, and already it felt like something special was happening here at The Roadhouse tonight.



In a corner sat Oliver "Ollie" Thompson, his eyes fixed on Jay's performance. His foot tapped to the rhythm, and for once, he let loose a small smile. It was rare to see him move like this; usually, he was all hunched over books or stargazing through his telescope. But there was something about Jay's music that spoke to him - something deep and profound. As they played deeper into their set, Ollie couldn't help but tap his feet faster, nodding his head in time with the beat. He couldn't help but feel alive in that moment, feeling the energy pulse through his veins.





Across from Ollie sat Kayla, sporting a "Make America Great Again" hat, sipping her beer. She loved attending these shows with Ollie; they always got into the best fights about politics afterward. She supported the Alt-Right presidency wholeheartedly, while Ollie leaned more towards left-wing politics. Their contrasting views never failed to spark debate or even arguments sometimes. Still, there was something about being together that made their love for each other stronger.



As the night wore on, Ollie found himself lost in the music, forgetting about their disagreements. He watched Jay's fingers fly across the frets, marveling at how effortless it all seemed. He closed his eyes and let out a sigh of contentment, feeling the music wash over him like a wave of warmth. When the last chord echoed through the bar, Ollie clapped loudly, his heart dancing in his chest. He opened his eyes, finding Thompson leaning over to him.





"That was incredible," Thompson whispered, his voice raspy with admiration. Ollie turned to find Jay grinning at him, nodding. "I think I could really get into this whole writing thing."






"You should," Thompson replied, winking. "It's addicting."



They both laughed as they stood up and made their way outside for some fresh air. The cool breeze was refreshing after the hot, sticky bar. It was then that Ollie noticed something different. The street was filled with protests, signs waving high in the air - "Trump 2024!" some read, while others screamed "No Homo!". It was jarring against the backdrop of the vibrant downtown scene, but it only made him more determined to prove them wrong.



"Want to grab a bite?" Ollie asked Thompson. He didn't expect an answer. They were about to part ways when he felt a tap on his shoulder. Turning around, he saw Ellie Davis standing there in all his fierce glory. Vibrant neon pants and a hand-painted T-shirt that screamed 'Love Is Love' hugged his body tightly. His rainbow-colored hair swayed in time with the passing cars and laughter danced on his lips as he approached them.



"Oh, hey y'all!" he said brightly, startling them both. "Mind if I join?"



Thompson shook his head, still in awe of this lively man. "Not at all," he said, gesturing for Ellie to take a seat.



As they walked towards a local diner, the smell of fried food filled the air. The protesters were beginning to die down as they headed towards their destination, their chants fading into the background. Once inside, they took a booth by the window; their reflections staring back at them from the Formica tabletop were three chalky white faces framed by posters of celebrity crushes plastered all over the walls.



"You know," Ellie started, picking up his menu and admiring a photo of Nick Jonas, "I can't help but think about how much worse it could've been for us growing up." He shrugged. "At least there's progress, right?"



They nodded in agreement but felt unsettled by his cheerfulness. It seemed disingenuous in the wake of such hateful rhetoric outside. Emboldened, Ellie continued. "I mean, at least now we have rights and representation!" He pointed to the rainbow on his shirt. "We don't have to live in fear anymore."



Ollie stiffened; he hated when people made it seem like everything was fine just because they could marry now.



"Well," Ollie muttered, "I mean, it's better than it used to be." He reached for his water glass and took a sip.



The bell above the diner door jingled as Lucy and Marcus entered hand-in-hand, their matching Trump 2024 pins glistening under the florescent lights. The couple had been through hell and back together—a cancer diagnosis, financial struggles—but nothing could tear them apart. Their eyes locked onto each other 's reflections; their love story felt like an act of defiance in this hostile world.






Em, petite and athletic with a smile that could light up a room, joined the crowd near the stage. She was all sunshine and rainbows, but beneath that facade lurked inner demons she rarely talked about. A dancer by trade, she bobbed her head to the beat like a puppet master controlling her limbs. Her blonde hair swayed behind her as she sashayed to the music.





"Look who decided to join us!" Ellie called out, waving her over. "Come on, Em, let's dance!"



She rolled her eyes but obliged, slipping into a spot beside him. "You know I hate this kind of music."



Ellie shrugged nonchalantly and pulled her closer. "Don't tell anyone." He laughed heartily as they moved in sync, perfectly masking his anxiety-riddled steps.





Thomas Evans, tall and enigmatic, watched from a dark corner, his eyes scanning the room with curiosity. Unlike most of his group, he was a NEET—not in education, employment, or training—but not because he didn't try. He just couldn't find his path. The scent of french fries filled his nostrils as he took another sip of his soda, wondering if he'd ever be more than just an outsider looking in.



Music thumped, bodies swayed, and laughter filled the air. The high school dance was like a masked ball for the Alt-Right presidency supporters; it was their way of sticking it to the conformists who called them racists and bigots. They believed in something different, dammit! They weren't afraid to show it! Their flags waved high above their heads as they cheered on their favorite songs, their movements as sharp as their political stance.



Lucy & Marcus Johnson stood out from the rest, locked in each other's arms, lost in their own world. They were a symbol of love amidst the chaos—a beacon of hope for those who believed love conquered all. They didn't care about politics or labels; they just wanted to be together. Their eyes never left each other's faces as they swayed to the beat.



Tom Evans couldn't help but feel out of place, his black t-shirt and ripped jeans a stark contrast to the vibrant colors swirling around him. Even his taste in music was different; he preferred punk rock to hip-hop. But he understood the need for an escape, even if he didn't quite fit in. He sipped his drink again, feeling the cold liquid slide down his throat like liquid courage.



As the night wore on, the music changed to something softer, more palatable to Tom's ears. He found himself being pulled onto the dance floor against his better judgment. Em grabbed his hand and spun him around, her smile never leaving her face. It was infectious, and soon Tom was laughing and letting himself go, lost in the moment.



The night air felt thick with sweat and exhaustion as people began to filter out, but Lucy & Marcus remained, embracing under a pink and blue confetti shower, their love story just beginning. Em and Tom walked away hand in hand, content with the memories they'd made together at the festival.






Inside the venue, Zoe "Rebel" Anderson stood near the bar, cigarette dangling from her lips. Her eyes were hard and unforgiving, taking in everyone who passed by. She was done pretending she cared about anyone or anything beyond her immediate circle. The punk movement had become her everything - her outlet for anger, frustration, and disillusionment. The government was corrupt, the media was lying, and everyone else was too blind to see it. She took a long drag of her cigarette, exhaling smoke into the neon-lit air, feeling it mingle with the humidity that clung to the room.



Across from her, Alex James clapped and laughed, his tall frame swaying to the beat. He had enlisted full-time in the Army but still found time for these moments of freedom. Loyalty ran deep in him, but so did humor; it often got him into trouble with his superiors. He turned to Zoe with a grin, "Heya, Rebel! Enjoying the show?"



"Yeah, yeah," she muttered without meeting his eyes, not in the mood for small talk.



"Come on," he said pulling her onto the dance floor, "let's blow off some steam."



Zoe rolled her eyes but followed anyway, her boots thumping against the wooden planks. She wasn't one for conformity or conformists like Alex, but she couldn't help but feel his energy washing over her. His laughter was contagious; soon they were both lost in the rhythm of the music - their bodies moving in sync underneath flashing lights and the haze of smoke.





A figure in a dark corner watched them from the shadows, intrigued by this unlikely pair: the jovial soldier and the edgy girl he'd befriended. Thomas Evans was a man of mystery, brooding and intense, with an interest in politics and a member of the Alt-Right. He couldn't help but wonder how such different people could find common ground in this chaotic world.





Emily Wright arrived, her smile hiding the turmoil beneath it all. She was cheerful on the outside but struggling on the inside as her parents' support for the Alt-Right presidency tore holes in their once solid relationship. She navigated through the crowd, feeling eyes on her back as she approached Thomas. He nodded in acknowledgement, watching as she joined their group.



The music pulsed through them like a heartbeat - loud and unrelenting - as they danced under the strobe lights. Sweat glistened on Zoe's forehead while Alex let loose, his laughter echoing off the walls. Emily sipped her drink, trying not to think about what tomorrow might bring. The smell of stale beer and perfume mixed with the humidity as the bass line thumped against their chests.



Amidst the chaos, they were united in their passion for freedom and rebellion, each seeking solace in this underground movement that promised something greater than what society offered. They reveled in their connection until the sun began to rise and the party started winding down. As Emily left with Zoe, she glanced back at Thomas, wondering if this was just another casual fling or something more.






The sound of silence caressed his ears as he wandered towards the bar, ordering another round for himself and Zoe. He listened to snippets of conversations around him: conspiracy theories about government corruption, protest chants reverberating off the walls, and whispers about the newest artist on stage. 'Jesse Hawkins,' they called him - a name he vaguely recognized from middle school.





Jesse strummed his guitar with fervor, electricity sparking between his fingers and the strings. His music resonated with those who felt unheard while simultaneously pissing off those who didn't share his views. Lucy and Marcus were in a cocoon of love, oblivious to everyone else around them. Elsewhere, Tiffany Sanders, now a med student, sat alone at the bar, scrolling through texts about rounds and exams instead of joining in on the fun she once sought out.





Mr. Frank Johnson, the retired janitor, sat near the stage, eyes filled with nostalgia as Jesse performed. He remembered watching him play in high school, never quite comprehending the passion behind those fingers. Now it all made sense; it was more than just music, it was revolution. The smoke clouded their vision as Jesse's voice soared, hitting every note with precision.



The crowd went wild when he concluded his set, leaving Emily feeling both awestruck and conflicted about her beliefs. She knew she'd return home to another fight with her parents but for now, she let loose - letting the music be her guide.



Thomas swayed along, lost in the moment, while Kai raised his fist in solidarity for his newfound hero.



Rebel stood up from her seat by the bar, cigarette dangling from her lips as she made her way towards the stage. She couldn't help but feel a rush of adrenaline surge through her veins as Jesse's lyrics painted a picture of America returning to its former glory under an Alt-Right presidency. The crowd erupted into applause as she yelled, "We need more music like this!", her voice hoarse from too many cigarettes.



Alex clapped heartily, laughing along with the melody. His energy was infectious, spreading like wildfire throughout the room. Emily found herself caught up in it too; she couldn't help but smile wide.



Lucy and Marcus shared a quick kiss before joining the fray, holding hands tightly throughout the standing ovation that followed. They were unaware that their public display of affection only fueled Rebel's anger towards the 'liberal agenda' that threatened their way of life.



"This is our voice!" She screamed, fists clenched at her sides. But across from her, Emily's face softened, wondering if maybe there was some truth behind these words after all.



Behind them, Tiffany finished texting and glanced at the stage - unimpressed. She'd seen better musicians during her time at parties back when she didn't care about anyone but herself. Her thoughts turned back to studying for exams as the cheers died down.



Little did they know, their lives were about to intertwine in ways none of them could've predicted.






Jesse finished his set with a flurry of feedback-drenched power chords, leaving the audience wanting more. As he wiped sweat from his brow and took a swig from his beer bottle, he looked around at his friends cheering him on - Jay's eyes twinkling with excitement. He couldn't help but wonder what would happen next. Chad high-fived him from across the room; Ellie was dancing with abandon while Ollie nodded his head in approval next to him.



Samantha looked on proudly, marveling at Jay's talent but feeling conflicted about the message behind the song. She knew he meant well, but she couldn't shake the feeling that this movement was divisive at best, dangerous at worst. Oliver glanced at her worriedly then back at the stage, hoping she'd understand where Jay was coming from.



Tom watched from his spot by the bar, nursing a whiskey as he tried to hide his growing discomfort with the crowd's enthusiasm for something so...wrong. How could they not see how this rhetoric would only lead to chaos? He turned away, looking for an escape route when he noticed Emily standing nearby, seemingly oblivious to the tension in the air. She flashed him a tired smile before disappearing into the crowd.



Tiffany finished up her drink and made her way towards the exit, muttering about needing some fresh air. Unbeknownst to her, Mr. Frank Johnson lingered near the doorway, remembering simpler times when he used to work at the bar. He watched as she walked away, hoping she'd find what she was looking for outside.





The music thumped through the room, mixing with sweat and beer as the crowd cheered louder for each riff. Chad raised his beer in support, not realizing how close he was getting to the edge. Ellie tried to pull him back into reality, but it was too late. The music swallowed them whole.



Lucy looked up from their embrace, her eyes meeting Marcus's warmly. They could weather any storm together, they always had. But what if it wasn't enough? What if this movement threatened their home, their community? They held each other tighter.



Alexander downed another shot, feeling the burn in his throat as he scanned the crowd. He spotted Rebel in the back, her head bobbing in time to the music. He couldn't help but wonder if she felt as lost as he did sometimes; trapped in a world that didn't understand them.



The smoke machine kicked in, filling the room with artificial haze as Jay launched into an encore performance. His fingers danced across the strings, echoing the anger and frustration of a generation who felt left behind by progress. The energy in the room was palpable.



Samantha gritted her teeth, trying not to argue with Oliver about whether their friends were really supporting the Alt-Right cause or just being naive. It didn't matter - either way, they were on a dangerous path.



The bass vibrated through Oll ie's chest, causing him to lose himself in the beat. He couldn't help but close his eyes, feeling the rush of adrenaline course through his veins. This is what he lived for - this unpredictable chaos, this raw energy.



As the final chord faded away, everyone cheered and the room erupted into applause. Marcus opened his eyes, realizing they had strayed far from their usual melancholy discussions about politics and philosophy. A new world was here, and it was loud, and it was angry

 

[Moondust]

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Perfectly accurate depiction of her

God ultimate boner killer haircut lol

 

[Water_Flame]

God ultimate boner killer haircut lol

I think her hairline is a bit receding

 

[orangelover]

At least they went to school, my mom locked my in a room and left me there.

 

[Zangano1]

Waging

 

[anonymousghoul]

I don't even remember the names of the people I went to school with or the teachers. My memory is so bad. I definitely don't know what my classmates are up too because they never were cool with me to give me their social media.

 

[Unemployed]

I don't even remember the names of the people I went to school with or the teachers. My memory is so bad. I definitely don't know what my classmates are up too because they never were cool with me to give me their social media.

You need to work on your personality. Unironically.