It was a normal sunday night for Ferdinand. He stayed in his room, studying, while everyone else that he knew was at a party. He couldn’t seem to comprehend the idea that parties were fun, and that normal people went to them all of the time. He just stuck with the assumption that all parties were full of wild, dangerous teenagers who drank a bit too much and do drugs in their spare time. He didn’t want to be a part of that at all. He would rather stay in his house and read crappy twilight fanfiction written by ten year-olds. He never lived adventurously, his social life was nonexistant, and he had no friends. He was content with that lifestyle, but he had no idea what he was missing.
