At the Village Inn four goths sat in a red booth drinking their coffee.
"Everything is so conformist here, there's another coffee shop down the street we could go to." Pete mentioned casually.
"No, only conformists go to Harbucks, making it like a hundred times worse then this." Henrietta retorted.
"We're being conformist by talking about conformists." Micheal cut in.
"How?" Pete asked disbelievingly.
"The new poser trend is wearing vintage clothing, or whatever before it gets mainstream. They spend all they're time at some poser shop by the mall talking about how non-conformist they are. They're calling it 'hipster' or something." Micheal replied to the red streaked previous Cthulhu worshiper.
"That makes them like mega conformist." Henrietta said.
"See now were being conformist because were talking about them being the conformist ones which is what they do, there I was just being conformist." Pete explained.
"With the way the trend is heading goth looks like the next new thing." Micheal informed the group.
"What makes you think those Britney and Justin wannabes are going to be goth?" Pete questioned.
"I overheard some of those 'hipster' kids talking about that cripple kid, Jimmy and 'how ahead of the trend' he is. They were saying how he has some big style transition planned into something a lot darker. " Micheal mocked.
"But they're all a bunch of Nazi, cheerleader conformists." Firkle spoke up.
"So, what do we do?" Henrietta asked.
"We could ship them to Scottsdale." Pete offered.
"It would cost way to much to ship all of them, its like a contagious disease. Besides, wouldn't it be better to just wait them out." Micheal said although the idea was very appealing.
"We should stop it before it gets out of control." Firkle said. He was smarter then most kids his age, hence why he hung with the older grade 7 goths.
"You have a plan?" Micheal asked Firkle.
Firkle thought for a moment and then began to tell them his idea. "First we have to arrange an assembly to lure all of the other posers from Jimmy's side, Pete, you and Henrietta will distract the students and teachers while me and Micheal deal with Jimmy. It'll be easy from there on in, all we have to do is bring out the knives and state our claim."
"Fine, when?" Micheal asked.
"Tomorrow. " Firkle said flicking his cigarette butt into his coffee signifying that they were done here.
Firkle, Henrietta and Micheal all got up, Pete took one last sip of his coffee before following suit.
Promise next chapter will be better. I'm going to focus in on Pete.
