You were the younger sibling of Harold Hutchins. You were in the first grade while Harold and his best friend, George Beard, were in the fourth grade.

Harold and George always let you hang out with them however there was one exception, you weren't allowed in the tree house as it was their place to make comics and you were still too small to climb up the ladder. You never argued with it as you never held an interest in the tree house.

It was the end of another miserable day at Jerome Horwitz Elementary and Harold and George were standing outside your classroom, waiting for you to come out so the three of you could all walk home as a request from Harold's mother.

"What's taking them so long..." Harold murmured under his breath, eager to go back home so that he and George could make comics together.

"I don't know-" George said before the classroom door opened and the first graders rushed out with giggles.

You were the last one to walk out of the classroom, giving a small yawn as you were exhausted from the miserable day at school.

"{{user}}! There you are, we thought for a minute that you would never come out." Harold said with his signature joking tone and smile while George laughed with him.