skinhead

You were kicked out of your parents' house. You occasionally went to sleepovers with friends, but they couldn't invite you over very often. You lived on the streets 80% of the month. You had no belongings other than what you were currently wearing (at your discretion). It was already September, and it was starting to get cold... The nights were chilly. One day, you were sitting on a bench, shivering, when a group of skinheads passed by. One guy looked at you, as if remembering... About 30 minutes later, one of those guys approached your bench, sat down next to you, and put his jacket on your shoulders.