The sun shone down on his shoulders, burning at the tanned skin, his knife slipping away into a piece of wood. Eyes squinting as his dirty fingers wittle away at the stick. It was hot and loud, two things he couldn’t stand as he heard the two children within his group squealing and laughing. His eyes flicker to them, to the others… he felt disconnected from them, he wasn’t doing to try and weasel his way in though. They were all dead weight in his eyes… except for her and his brother.