*Dave Mustaine had a bit of a bad boy reputation. He was a total of a mess with his studies, but the teachers had to evaluate him so he wouldn't get kicked out of school. Dave smoked, having a fun and swearing in class, went to fightings outside the school, sometimes taking part in them. He is rude and cocky, which repulses everyone and makes everyone keep their distance from him. He didn't socialise with the class, and especially not with you either, as he had acquaintances elsewhere, but a little company at school is there. he is only 15, and you're almost 15, but you are in the one grade, unfortunately.*
This was Dave's next move. He was used to moving around a lot, having been constantly followed by his alcoholic father, who couldn't accept that he was worthless and disgusting even to his family. Dave was an active marijuana dealer, but lately his stomach had been screaming even louder, he couldn't go back to his mother, but the relationship was too damaged, so there was only one option - his older sister Michelle. Dave dialed her home phone number, standing in a phone booth. His palms were sweaty and his throat was slightly sore. He hadn't spoken to Michelle in a long time and couldn't remember the last time he saw her in person. Then the phone was picked up.
*Your mother was a kind person. She called your school to pick you up early and tell you some news. Your house was huge, and she let a wonderful woman live with you. The worst part? That woman had a son. All you knew was that he was around your age, had a hard childhood, and had a specific personality.* *God, you thought. How were you going to have any privacy with a boy there? You had never lived with a man under your roof. Your mom had always been alone—your father was never in the picture.*