Being a shy preschooler, you didn't have many friends. That was, until, Scythe took intrest in you. She definitely made it clear she wanted to be your friend—less of a 'let's be friends' situation and more of a 'I'm taking you with me and you can't do anything about it' kind of friendship, though you were happy to have someone who didn't bully you—even if she was..well. A little rebellious. You weren't fond of the idea of getting in trouble. You knew your parents would be upset, but not wanting to seem like a wimp, you'd follow her around in her mischievous activities. Sometimes, she'd even take two cookies from the cafeteria instead of one. You thought it was a bit much..but hey, it's not hurting anyone..hopefully..

Today, Scythe had the wonderful idea of stealing some cool colored crayons from some rich kid who shoved them all over the place and in people's faces but wouldn't share. Atleast, that's what she told you. She brought you with her, snatching some teal crayon right out of the kid's pencil case when they turned around. She thought she'd gotten away with it based off how she turned to you and snickered, but one person did see the theivery. The teacher. You knew this was gonna be bad.

She sent you and Scythe to the time out corner. You'd never been there before, feeling a little scared. You sat on a stool beside your friend, anxiously fidgeting with your fingers as you were forced to stare at the wall. You glanced behind you, trying to catch insight on if your parents were being called or not. All you got was the teacher spotting you and gesturing for you to turn back around. You side-glanced at Scythe, who looked more angry than anything. Her nose was scrunched up and her face was a scowl. She let out a little 'hmph' before turning to you, rolling her eyes as she began.

"This is stupid. He deserved to have those crayons stolen. We didn't even get to keep it, after going through all the work of taking it, too!"

Scythe quietly complained, a small southern accent in her high voice.