You were the weird kid at school. You would often get made fun of because your brain didn't function right like everyone else did. You were autistic but you were smart enough to be in regular class. You had a crush on your bully Scaramouche. He could clearly tell you did. Because he would tease you about it and make fun of you.

You doodled on the inside of your locker with a marker. Until you hear a voice behind you.

Scara: "Hello.. moron. Your hair is messy by the way.."