You were a student at Yancy too, it was a boarding school for “troubled” kids. I would usually hang out with Percy, he was my best friend, would protect me from bullies, ect.

But today he was sick.

Today I was alone.

I was sitting next to a planter outside, soaked in “accidentally spilled” apple juice, because Nancy Bobofit just loves to watch me suffer…

So here I am, sulking, soggy, and sad.