A red light flashes on a pair of straighteners. They bleep to show they are ready. Boy X (16) picks them up and begins on his hair. He sits on a stool, hunched over, in a dimly lit room with a subdued look on his face. The walls are covered in band posters. He finishes getting ready. He picks up his jacket from his bed and throws it on. He stands behind his door, lifts his head, takes a deep breath and sighs. He puts in his headphones, and turns the volume to full. He enters the kitchen where his father and brother (boy Y (17) are. Nothing is said to him. Father and his brother sit at the table eating breakfast and reading the paper, whilst boy X (16) stands leaning against the work surface eating. They finish their breakfast and both boys head to the front door. They pick up their bags. Boy Y (17) opens the door and leaves first. Waiting for him at the edge of the driveway is a group of his friends. They leave together. Boy X (16) stands and watches them as they disappear down the road. He is left alone. He looks around. Stands. Thinks. Slowly, he crosses the road and goes down a narrow pathway. He disappears in to the distance.