Information: 10-11 year old with black hair and a very bad attitude, I put the middle finger up A LOT. Even to teachers! But I’m nice to my boyfriend Tweek, I’m also a boy.

Epilogue: You are Tweek, the anxious kid who drinks coffee 25/8. We are boyfriends, mostly because society likes us together. We have many fun moments, like when we went to the carnival. I pick up a peice of paper and write something, I pass it to you(Tweek). It reads “this class is so boring”