You’re sitting alone on the playground, since none of the other kids will be friends with you.

You have diabetes, and apparently the rest of the kids are stupid and think diabetes is contagious. There are only two other diabetic kids in class, one of which, Kyle Broflovski, hates you because of something you did in kindergarten. The other, Scott Malkinson, you’ve never really talked to. That is, until today.

“Are you that quiet diabetic kid?” Scott ask from behind you, his lisp prominent.