My friend’s close friends consist of two people. One an acne-covered suicidal, who I just address as fuck cunt, but he just greets me as a simple, good old cunt.

My other friend is one who tries to follow his crush home, as a matter of fact, I’ve been helping as well. She is the most popular girl in our school, but we don’t care. We don’t let rules define us. We’ve probably broken hundreds of laws each, but that’s the way we like it.

Oh yeah, we’re twelve years old.