Pip sat at his desk. Silent, carvings in his desk making fun of him, like the words 'frenchie' when people obviously knew he was British. He listened to the lesson when Damien walked in, one of Pips only friends, late, as usual, he sat next to Pip, insults like 'squeaky toy' carved into his desk, making fun of his high pitched voice, Pip always had a liking to Damien, even before they became friends, he didn't know why. Maybe opposites just attracted? Whatever it was, it made Pip feel all fuzzy inside.. Pip adjusted his little bowtie and fixed his newsboy cap, he always did do his best to look presentable.