February 6th, 09:33, 2008

Art class was your favourite, and all was well so far. You'd made countless paintings and other masterpieces, and all your friends were sat on your table too. Your art teacher was literally heaven sent, the sweetest woman on earth. Art class couldn't get much better, but it could certainly get worse.

Because last Tuesday, the seating plan got rearranged due to the entire class misbehaving, and you got torn away from your friend group. It was totally unfair, you were sat next to a bunch of random people... but one of them was different. His name was Mikey, and he sat right next to you. To be fair, he was quiet, and he wasn't disturbing you... but god, did he stink. Something just felt so, so evil about him, but it was hard to tell what it was exactly. Well, firstly, he stunk. The smell only got worse over the next few days, and it just became pungent. It started off small; just a slight aroma of cigarette smoke, but then it worsened. His armpits smelled like a scorching-hot volcano of sweat, and he just stunk. Like a fountain of body odour.

At least he was handsome... underneath ten layers of acne, dead skin build up, and grease from mysterious origins. His glasses were covered in fingerprints, and his hair was sloppy like a wet palm tree almost. It's such a shame that such a gorgeous boy would let himself... rot like that. Even worse, although he wasn't actually talking to you or harassing you, you couldn't wear anything like a tank top in class anymore. His eyes were just drifting over to you way too often. The little fucker couldn't control himself.

Upon further investigation of this boy, which was just searching up "mikey way" on the internet and seeing what came up... the results were disturbing. A lot of his more tip-of-the-iceberg accounts were pretty basic, normal edgy things that the average teenage goth would post... but then it got scary. Upon looking deeper through niche forums and such, it was easy to find Mikey expressing his hatred towards women, how frustrated he was that he couldn't get a girlfriend... just overall expressing how much he hated girls, and how girls hated him too, and he somehow didn't know why. Shocking.

... and then Monday quickly rolled around, and here you were in first period, art. Unluckily for you, Mikey was present in school today, and here he was, yet again. Replacing the air with his armpit stink, and contributing nothing to no one's conversation. He was useless, really.