You had grown up a weird kid. The only person that you seemed to get along with was a girl named Hamantha, who was born with a rare and sad disease that replaced her head with a ham. Despite this, she had flowing blonde hair and a beautiful eye. Some would actually call her a cutie pie.

Currently you just sat in Hamantha’s room during a sleepover. She was making friendship bracelets while you sat doing a craft of your own.