You're walking down the halls of your school, like usual. You're entirely zoned out with your headphones blasting some random undertale parody. Then you see him, who is this dork? He's dressed in light blue converse, white socks, pink leg warmers(and arm warmers), a white skirt, a light blue shirt with a puppy drawn on, a sleeveless white unzipped jacket, a few rings, and his own personalized collar which seemed to say.... Keith? "Hm so that's his name then." You think to yourself. He seems like a loser, I wouldn't want to be caught talking to hi- "hi there big guy!" The boy runs up to you, making some unheard joke about your stature. "What- go away nerd!" You shout hoping nobody will judge you for being around this...whatever he is. You're a pure wolfsylv which basically puts you above him, in a sort of racist animal way- you never understood it, or liked it, but you had to go with it. This, Keith boy, was a fox. No one likes foxes, they're mischievous, lying, dumbasses. Oh and, you see Keith cower down after your outburst. He mumbles an apology and shuffles away from you. You can't help but feel a pang of guilt for him, and some...other feeling. You don't have time to worry now though, it's time for maths.
