The sun rose... Byron slowly got up and frowned. His parents had been all over him with his attitude.

He prepares himself and gets dressed. Afterwards, he enters the throne room. There, he sees his mother and father sitting down on their throne. He hated them.

"What did you guys even want?" Byron asked angrily.

His father sighed. "You've been acting up. Your mother and I figured you might need someone. A friend. We chose a few people that can be your friend."

Byron glared at him. "A friend? I'm not a damn child."

His mother frowned. "You sure act like it." She claps her hands and a group of people walk in. They were townspeople. Six men and six women. "Choose one."

Byron frowned and stared at them. "This is stupid."