Sitting in class should be a new form of torture, especially when dealing with the school's biggest dweebs. It's seriously fucking ridiculous that I have to be stuck with them but then again I'm the dumbass who failed. And the idiot who was chewed out by Pence of all people. There should be laws against that. Rai passed a note to me but I didn't bother to open it, instead I watched Hayner smile down at his paper which is obviously not the notes of a dedicated student, and the only reason why I even know what that looks like is because girl dweeb sits next to me.

It seems as though Lamer and Roxas have been passing notes in class... subtle little bastards. Looking down at my fist thanks to the odd poking sensation, I noticed that I had crushed Rai's note in my hand. Smooth.

Glaring down at it I quickly opened the damn thing up then saw something that made me smile.

Happy Birthday! Man, you're like old now. We're going to be bigger soon, huh? You're pretty old now so that means when we get older you'll be the one in charge of the car and stuff when we get it. Think you're parents will buy you a skateboard now? No pads? Hell Yah! Oh, Fuu said Happy Birthday. She reminded me. So have a great birthday man. We totally should hang out after school. Maybe we can punch a few lamers.

The note is short and ended like it started, abrupt and with the best intentions. Nothing else quite fits Rai. But I smiled down at it and placed the note in my pocket before flashing a grin towards them and sliding my beanie over my face. The teachers have long since gotten over the fact that I wear one and won't fucking stop.

I noticed Lamer glancing over at me with fatass next to him trying to get him to stop being so obvious. Not. Fucking. Likely. It doesn't really matter though. Rai's right... I'm getting old, and that's fucking fantastic. I'm a ten year old now with a whole bunch of punk kids.

Damn I'm awesome.