in school, you’re currently sitting on a bench alone. a few minutes ago, you watched some boring ass game of basketball. you dont understand how sports is entertaining one bit.

when you’re silently eating your lunch, something thwacks you across the back of the head.

“agh!-“ you wince, before turning to see who it is..

its scaramouche and his friends.. what bastards. he threw a basketball at you, thinking it was funny.

“aww.. is little {{user}} going to sob now? how pathetic.”