WARNING! This part of the story is the Prologue, in other words "How it started". If you wish to see the MLP Part of the story, please skip to chapter 2.
After yet another day of pain and misery, just getting off the bus for the summer ,he arrives at Richwell City, 4th street his home. As he walks, he remembers how his year of junior high was; painful, awful, full of anger, looking at everyone's face, remembering how brain dead every last one of them was. "Just look at'm, pitiful. Just pitiful." He whispers to himself.
"The music, the slang, the phones, so pointless! Oh well, at least it's over." He says smiling to himself.
"Steve!" someone yells. "Hey Steve!" Steve looks behind himself, to see it was his pal Armani. "Oh, hey Armani. How was your year at Finley Junior High?" "Not important, I did something!" Armani said swiftly and quietly. "What did you do this time Armani? Did ya' steal another pack of cigarettes from the liquor store again? Or did you finally get that bottle of vodka from the neighbor's top shelf without him noticing?" Steve asked. "No, I... wait, I stole that bottle of vodka yesterday. Anyway, I got some... Weed." Armani whispered in Steve's ear. Steve was of course not surprised, this isn't the first time Armani got some illegal drug for 20 dollars and 99 sense."Oh, okay." Steve said shrugging his shoulders. "Wait, you're not surprised?!" "Of course not Armani! This is like the third time you've stolen some drug off the street." "When did I steal drugs before!?" Armani said with a puzzled look on his face. "Well for instance, remember that time you bought that crack and asked me and Simon if we wanted to have a go at it?"
