In my story, everyone is in highschool. Everyone are friends, but Vector and his only friend, Espio, are a class of their own. They can find the smallest fault in someone and use it against them. They were the bad apples in the tree. And now, a new blossom starts to form on that tree. A transfer student named Silver. A fragile soul, and the soon-to-be golden boy of the school. A fresh blossom is also seeming to grow where Espio fell off. The old him starts to rot away, and a new him begins to grow. Something about Silver changed him. I am using apples as a metaphor for everyone through the story Warning: Vulgar language and mature themes ahead.