Finding new friends for the little punk girl (open for everyone)

Valery was sitting on her bunk, striking her rat Mo. She looked around in the little cabin. Between the chaos she saw fighting boys, sleeping kids with painted faces and a lot of forbidden objects, like coce. Some of the kids was staring at me, because they don't knew me. Maybe because I was a punk. I had turquise hair, an old leather jacket and combat boots. I heared a voice behind me:"Hey! You are new, aren't you?"