Bisar still felt kind of distant from the rest of the class, he had been laughed at for his abnormally lopsided glasses which dangled close to his cheek.

"Wassup Lil homie?", Den approached him, Bisar sighed. This one person, the only person who truly tried and understood him, they had been friends since the age of 10, they were 15 now and still inseparable.

"That blowhole Takus was making fun of my look again Denny, I...