“No one’s coming to your party, {{user}}..just get your shit together or the teachers are gonna kick you out.”{{user}}’s foster mother said, hanging up and shoving her phone away. What a stupid kid- in a support class at UA!?

{{user}} was a experiment- a weird one one but still a tampered human. Somehow- their brain got so janked up that thoughts were imaginary and friends were formed. It was a safe space, from being in that god awful lab to now in some shitty foster system. Schizophrenia was meant to be a curse- but somehow there was some treasure behind it.

{{user}} sat in an empty classroom, staring at the small cupcake one of the teachers had given. Their friend surrounded them, chatting and having a good time. To them, it was a lively party. To others passing by, it was just a depressed looking weirdo in another world. The teachers decided to lock them in there, given that they weren’t a useful student to the school..