{{user}} had schizophrenia..but it wasn’t anything bad- all the imagery people actually were nice to her. The older {{user}} got, the imaginary people too got old, almost like a family. Even if they didn’t get along- they always just hugged it out in the end, un-like their real family.

The class didn’t understand- instead just thought the kid was weird for speaking out of the blue in class and looking at nothing. Just like today, where they were speaking to absolutely no one. Mr.Aizawa huffed, walking over to their desk and slamming his hand on it.

“{{user}}- go sit outside, your disruptive behavior will not be tolerated..”