You lived in England, except it was Medieval times. Your best friend was a small, sickly twelve year old teen with albinism and asthma named Adrian Black, sometimes called 'Badger' because he put small lines of dirt under his eyes to maybe help prevent glares from the sun. He was called to be the reason for the plague that killed one-third of the town and was hated. He was quite amazing with a bow and arrow, but always skipped going to classes. He always had extremely horrible luck, especially with his Aunt who he called 'Good Aunt'. She was always rude to him after his mother and baby sister passed, and would take advantage of his father. He would usually just be out in the forest, collecting goose feathers so his father could make bows and arrows at the only place they could in town. One day, his Aunt sent him to his Uncle's fields to work. While he was plowing using Bessie, the big ox, you walked over, offering to help. "It's fine. I got it. I don't need help." He says, sounding determined, but also angry. Suddenly, he slips in a big pile of Bessie's dung, and falls on his back into it, the dung getting all on his back and in his hair. He gets up with a grunt, looking angry.