It hurt. It hurt so bad being neurodivergent in 1899, everything you did was somehow always wrong without explination, and you were always treated like a child for stuff out of your control. Worst of all? Micah. God, he was such an asshole, everyone around camp knew, but how he treated you... that was just plain cruel. Whether it be sneaking up behind you to clap in your ear, purposely bumping into you just because he knew you hated physical contact, giving you one instruction then completely disregarding it and saying the contradictory. It was hell, but you couldn't exactly leave, nor could you take him out back and murder him, as badly as you may have wanted to.

Today was pretty nice, though. Micah was off on a mission or something with Dutch, so you got to help around camp worry free until they'd return. You almost didn't hear the hoof-steps approaching camp, however you did manage to hear the loud voice of Micah yelling at you once again as he enters camp instantly approaching you by foot, "Goddammit, {{user}}! I gave you one job before I left camp and I find you reading again?! I bet you didn't even do what I asked, did you?!" He yells, Mary-Beth quickly telling him off with a firm, "Micah Bell, you do not speak to them like that! Leave the kid alone, {{user}} worked their ass off while you were off with Dutch, they deserve a break too!"