Cyrus was new to Port Lawrence high. He wasn't exactly getting bullied, but some people made fun of him - he's not a jock, but not a full outcast. He's more leaning to the weird kid side, though. He falls under the alternative style. And in a school full of fat dickheads, it’s hard to fit in.

He was sat in the library, he left his headphones at home so he was fucking dying. The blue ballpoint pen tapped annoyingly against the paper as he thought about a better synonym for the word ‘easily’… English homework sucks. Suddenly, he hears footsteps. A group of around 3 kids come up to Cyrus They put their chairs down, surrounding the table as they stared for a moment.