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Nikki's POV, 1974

I'd never been good at making good decisions, informed decisions. I'd always tried to fit in with the people I thought would be the most likely to bully me. If you go with a bad crowd and act like them, then they won't turn on you. And that's what all of my friends were, assholes.

I blended in as much as I could, even if I knew it wasn't truly where I belonged. It made life simpler and my life was complicated enough as it is with my complete bitch of a mother was anything to go by. Sometimes I hated the person I was because of who I familiarised myself with, though was my safest option.

Me and my friends were known as the school bullies, the people you didn't really want to get in the way of, and most people heeded that advice, keeping well out of our way. Though, because of our reputation there were those ones with balls who would stand up to us and not be afraid to tell us we were cruel, or give us a dirty look. Nobody however showed us kindness because we did nothing to deserve it. Well... apart from one girl, and it was just me... she was only kind to me.

Y/N, that was her name and she was the kinda person my friends love to target. And while I could look past the fucked morality of that for anyone else, for some reason, whenever they picked on her I couldn't take part, I couldn't with a clean conscience hurt her in any capacity. She'd done nothing, and was the only person truly kind to me in this whole school. In my whole life, outside my grandparents.

It was after school, and I was hanging out with my two 'best' friends John and Roger, the three of us had left early and were gathered on a street where most kids ended up walking along to get home and we were looking for a victim to mug, essentially. Get any money we could use to buy cigarettes, drugs, even alcohol. I had to block out my conscience for this because I knew it was wrong but I'd rather be the mugger than the one on the receiving end.

We'd stay out here for the next couple of hours looking for victims, and as soon as school ended and there was a steady steams of people trickling down the road the selection process began. Nobody with friends, nobody who'd be able to easily fight back and someone who we deemed would have something worth the effort to steal it from them.

We were stood around chatting, Roger currently going off on one about how he got a detention for tonight from his English teacher "She can shove it right up her ass, man. All I did was make a joke."

"Must have been a really bad fucking joke." I smiled.

He rolled his eyes "I thought it was funny, as did the rest of the class but apparently to Mrs Tyler it was worth a detention. I swear, she's the most miserable one in the whole school. Why'd I get dumped in her class? I wish I had yours, Feranna. She's less uptight and smoking hot."

"Yeah, well, you don't." I snort "If you leave now, you'd only be a few minutes late. Miss it altogether and she'll put you in detention for a week. You're already on thin ice man, weren't you threatened with suspension the other day?"

"And? Who gives a shit? School's bullshit. Tyler can do what she wants, I get suspended, I don't care. You're on a warning too, Frankie, so don't get all righteous on me."

"I'm not getting righteous, but sometimes life is easier if you actually attend detentions."

"Squares go to detentions. I might go to one every now and again, just for appearances but, regularly? Nah, I don't think so. John, back me up here, man, Feranna's tripping, right?"