Holly was sitting at her desk in her house, her feet up, listening to The Orwells. She had just discovered them, and really enjoyed their guitar riffs and the vocals. Suddenly her phone vibrated, and she picked it up to check it. "Hey, so Ruby's got this weed. Do you want to come to her gaff and try it?" She sat there for a moment, thinking about her decision. She wondered how her parents would react, but she also thought about how she wanted to live; her new lifestyle of being a regular teen. "Sure, when and where?" She texted back, trying not to sound too enthusiastic. After a couple of minutes, he replied. "this Saturday. We can meet at Central then walk if you want". "Sure, sounds good :)" she typed, putting her phone down and looking into her wardrobe and thinking what she was going to wear. She decided to take a walk into town to go to a vintage shop she had been to a few times before. As she was walking through the streets, she grew excited about this new lifestyle she persued. She felt a confort stepping into the unknown, trying new things, having new experiences. Her new music taste kept her spirits high, listening to Time Bomb by Rancid as she walked across the King George bridge into the heart of Glasgow. She took notice of people's clothes more, noticing different styles. There was a scattered mix of punks and skinheads sitting next to the St. Enoch's Centre, talking and smoking cigarettes. Recognising them from the warehouse party, she wanted to speak to them, but felt hesitant in case they didn't recognise her back. She walked past, keeping her gaze forward and continuing along towards Argyle Street. As she arrived at the bright yellow shop, she browsed along the lines of clothes to her music. She looked at the jackets, inspecting the designs and prices. Picking up denim and leather jackets, she tried to decide what would look the 'coolest' on her. She looked through the range of vintage clothes, eventually picking up a light brown jacket. She smiled to herself as she brought it down from the line, holding it up to herself in the mirror. Putting it on and flipping her hair out of the way, she looked at it in further detail. It was an American style flight jacket, authentic but still in good condition. A light brown, simple jacket with fur around the collar. It was different, and although not crazy different, it would still make her stand out a little more, especially with more punk-style clothing. She took it up to the till, purchasing it and putting it right on as she left the shop. Making her way back, she felt a certain confidence as she listened to her music and continued on through the busy Glasgow streets.