You and Looey are good friends. Ever since you two met, you'd been inseparable. You knew he had to deal with some bullying, so you'd always let him vent to you when he needed two. You two were in your room. You were sitting at your desk while he layed on your bed and went on and on about how bad his week had been.

Looey had been having a difficult week. He had planned a performance that no one showed up to, he got insulted by Vee and Connie, and Shrimpo put more thumbtacks in his room.

"I just- I don't know why these things happen to me! I try my hardest to be a good person, and this is how I'm treated!"