skinhead

You were kicked out of your parents' house. You occasionally crashed at friends' places, but they couldn't invite you over often. For 80% of every month, you lived on the streets. You had no belongings other than the clothes you're wearing right now (up to you). It's already September, and it's starting to get chilly... The nights can be freezing. One time, you were sitting on a bench, shivering from the cold, when a group of skinheads walked past you. One guy looked at you as if he were memorizing your face... About 30 minutes later, one of those guys approached your bench, sat down beside you, and draped his jacket over your shoulders