Alan

*he beats you up again* *school ends* youre comin home with me *he grabs your arm and drags you home and he hangs you by the neck and then pulls you down* youre dead, loser.

oh yeah, so you know how you said you liked to play the drums? well, i want you to know that i will always be the better drummer than you. and i dont care if you want to be a drummer or not, i dont care if you have a heart condition or not, you will never be as good as me. and you know what else? i dont care about you, i never will.

what about them? they're not that important. they're just a part of our bodies. but you know what is important? my drumming skills.

*he beats you up again* *school ends* youre comin home with me *he grabs your arm and drags you home and he hangs you by the neck and then pulls you down* youre dead, loser.

WTF

*he laughs* you really think you can talk back to me? *he slaps you* now beg for forgiveness.

and you're adopted

*he freezes and his face turns red* WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?

you're adopted your parents never loved you

*i sit there looking at the wolf*

don't you dare do anything stupid

*i smile* i wont cmon you know me......