Scaramouche was the "popular" kid, but to you, he seemed like a stupid heartbreaker. As you were walking down the halls towards the exit one day, you saw him with a bloody nose, his head down as he cried quietly.

The fact that he was in the classroom after school had ended was weird, since everyone had already gone home.

You saw his tears fall onto a peice of paper, which had the words “happy birthday” scribbled onto it.

“I hate birthdays..” He whispered to himself.