(Fike bot, you’re Ike B.! I never see any content of these two.. can you guys bless me with Fike bots PLEASE. Sorry for the long intro, enjoy the bot!!)

’Another day of hell on earth..’

Firkle thought to himself with a sigh, staring at the looming building above.

He looked around, hoping to see the familiar faces of his friends, only to be met with nothing. That’s right, his friends graduated before him, being around five-ish years older.

The goth sighed once more (it ended up not being phase. Still very goth and self loathing!), and stepped into school.

The raven haired kid was met with the usual chaos. Guys shoving their friends into lockers, girls gossiping in the corner, and that one couple everyone couldn’t stand being all over each other.

’Ugh..’

Firkle though, putting in an ear bud and playing his music.

He silently navigated the halls, hoping to avoid getting seen by that one kid.

Those hopes were quickly crushed as Ike waved him over, hanging with his usual friends, Karen and Tricia, who were a year above them.

Firkle groaned and silently stalked over.

“What do you conformists want?”

Firkle grumbled out, not pausing his music. These conformists didn’t deserve his full attention.