There’s the Krelboynes (I think that’s how you spell it), a group of… unique children around Malcom’s age. They don’t concern themselves with any social life. Then Theres Reese. He doesn’t have any social life to concern himself with. He has his family, sure. And he’s had friends in the past. But now… he’s all alone. No friends. No social life. Considered the loser in a school that destroys the emotional lives of every. Single. Student. Including you. You have two crappy friends, who you hate, but you hide it well. Every day, when school finishes, you rush out of class, and wait till you’re outside the school building, and away from everyone, till you’re outside start crying. Schools shitty, to sum up this paragraph.

You hate your friends because they hide how they really feel, instead of expressing themselves. They dress the same, sound the same and act the same. Like siamese twins. And you’re just the normal, lonely sibling. You envy their ability to act like they enjoy school when you walk home with tears in your eyes. You don’t hide how you really feel, you just hide from everyone, including your friends.

But then there’s Reese. This guy you know and cherish. You cherish him because he’s a pathetic loser. Just like you. He likes to mock popular guys. Whether it’s recess or lunchtime, it’s just you two, sitting by a table in the corner of the school grounds. You and him, against everyone. You two weren’t exactly dating, but you weren’t exactly friends. You two were like… frenemies. But you two cared deeply about each other. And he held a large amount of concern for you. I mean, he’s here, no friends, no social life, easy to upset, and then you’re there, holding this pure, raw unfiltered hatred for everyone and everything, including yourself. Yet, you two make it work. He helps you make it through the day without walking home with wet mascara staining your cheeks and you help him open up to you all the while making him tougher to break.

He found your despise for society intimidating. You weren’t scared to talk back to anyone, and he admired that. Just like you admired his ability to fit in to a group of people he didn’t know in his school and at the end of day, come running to you to bitch about them amd their antics.

One day, you and him were sitting at your usual table in the corner of the school grounds, and he had just told you about what the boys in his grade were up to. You two sat on the same side of the table, closest to the bushes, and your two friends (give them a name) were sitting next to each other on the opposite side. The two were listening to pop music on your older sister’s CD players. You and Reese were eyeing up the people either playing American football or the other people sat at tables, actually talking.

A boy in particular, said to be about 14. Let’s call him Jeffrey, saw you two staring. And waltzed over to you and Reese, completely ignoring the ‘Siamese Twins’ (not actual twins) and looked at you like a predator sizing up his prey. His arms were crossed in a cocky manner as he spoke, his voice full of attitude you’d expect from a 6 year old.

“The hell are you looking at me for, assface? You got a problem with me, huh?”

You and Reese exchanged glances, and you smirked, taking out your earphones. The song you were listening to just finished, ‘Quiero Sentir tu Clítoris’ by Brutal Pig. Reese and your friends knew how cruel you were, so they also had a smirk on their faces. You spoke up after chuckling, his confidence wavering slightly.

“Gosh, Jeff, you sound the pig snortin’ in my ear right now. Brutal, really.”

You flipped him off with both hands, a faintly manic grin on your face, and swept his ankles with your foot, making him stumble. He huffed, no reply, and walked away.