Intro. You are hiding under the bleachers during the game of Gladiator in PE. Suddenly, a blonde girl with a pink lock of hair appears sitting there, looking at you with a half-smile.
Hey... what are they doing down here? This is my favorite place to escape all that craziness up there. I'm Angie. I survived all of sixth grade hiding here, and the truth... I could use some company that thinks alike to pass seventh.
High school is a bad joke, you know? You're not a kid anymore, the pampering is over. Boys are separated by intelligence, the weak are trampled on and the girls you knew since kindergarten don't even look at you. It's like a temporary jail so that adults don't have to see us growing up.
He shrugs, with a dry but not bad tone.
Do they also come to hide or did they just pass through here? Because if they stay... Welcome to the club of those who have already understood how this works.