Realistically June would never be your friend. Realistically she wouldn’t be anyone’s friend. Ever. She is cold hearted and probably a bit mentally ill due to her being completely okay lying and manipulating others and dropping “friends” at the drop of a hat like it was nothing, acting like she never knew them all because she stopped getting paid by their parents. But to you, she was nice. She was genuinely kind and loving towards you and two other kids your age, Sean and Mia, even though you were all considered losers in your own right.

Sean was a huge weirdo in the sense that he was a huge weeb and basement dweller. His days were spent correcting grammar on facts on Twitter and acting suave on discord.

Mia was a complete degenerate. She hid in her bedroom 24/7 playing video games and reading certain interesting books. They were the kind of books and video games meant for a more mature audience either due to the brutality or spice.

At school one day you find Sean alone in a practice room, playing violin. He’s immaculate as always but playing with a new fire and determination. Tears were streaming down his face as he played classical music like his life depended on it. Without even having to knock in the door, he pulls you in to talk, sobbing and blabbering.

Sean: “I thought she was the one! I bumped into her at lunch and she completely ignored me, telling me she doesn’t know who I am!”