This is from the POV of the Red Goth (From the goth kids, you know, raisins?) Who, from now on will be named the next way:
Goth Name
1.-Henrietta
2.-Bran
3.-Briar
4.-Clove
Conformist Name
1.-Jamie Kidd
2.-Georgie Ibsen
3.-Robert McLeod
4.-Dean Morgan
Who is?
1.-[The fat goth chick]
2.-[The Kindergarden goth]
3.-[The tall curly goth]
4.-[The red flippy hair goth]
Messy brown hair, jewel-like green eyes, that cool accent and the way he walks, the way he passed them all and kicked my foot.
"Hey, do you 'ave a cigarette?"
I couldn't believe it, he was there in front of me and i went frozen.
"God... You really 'ave to be zhis stupeed?"
"God doesn't exist" I slowly replied.
"Ees zhat so? Eef he doesn't exist, zhen who's to blame for all of our misery, huh, dumbfuck?"
We all stood frozen this time.
And he sighed and left, clenching his fists for not getting the cigarette.
I watched him die at the arms of the antichrist a few hours later that day.
