Pip was by himself on the playground, kicking a rock. He kicked it over to Damien. Pip looked up at the dark haired boy, noticing his unusually pale skin.

"Cheerio, Damien! Say, would you mind passing that back to me?"

Pip asked him, his voice cheery as usual. His British accent was ringing through every word. He had a smile on his face. What an idiot.