My name is actually Aarango.

But! If you call me that I will gladly punch you in your face. I do not connect myself to it, just like how my brother does not connect himself to his real name. Believe it or not my parents weren't hipsters who thought it was cool.

Sometimes I wish it was that. Than maybe it wouldn't be so hard for me to keep my hands and feet to myself. As you may know I have trouble doing that. Word gets around and I know half of this school either despises me or adores me. Fair enough on my terms. I can see why for both.

They hate me because of what comes out of my mouth. They love it when I say nothing at all. I don't categorize myself as a jock stereotype, despite how much people title me as such. God how much I hate that. I make stupid choices and do stupid things, but I'm an honor roll kid, thank you very much. Besides, I'm much more of a pretty boy than a 'bad boy' or whatever people say. Silly, stupid labels. Hypocritical. They want no labels but put them on people they know nothing about.

Funny, isn't it? How people make me out as some sort of emotionless bag of flesh. I know I've said things, but I can't be a bully. It wasn't supposed to hurt him. Or Krys or Rin or all the people who've scolded and ranted to me about it. I only get physical when the other person does. Of course, I've never hit him, I would probably murder him.

Damnit. I don't wanna call myself a bully. I don't think I am. I think I've went too far sometimes. I remember I was calling Krys and she was talking about some stuff I pulled as a prank. I don't remember the exact words, but I know it was something about him listening to me and actually purge. I don't know too much about that pre-teen diet craze, but I do know it's not exactly effective. Or healthy for that matter. Is it an eating disorder? Or just some dumb shit? Maybe both.

I didn't expect it to get this too far, I guess. I have to admit not all of my words were fueled by innocent ignorance. Maybe it wasn't his fault. Maybe it was me getting jealous over that Pixie Dick Light talking to Krys, or my friends, ironically enough, saying dumb shit to me. Or maybe it's because he takes for granted about how fucking spoiled he is and that he shouldn't act all fucking depressed since some angry kid said words. Fucking words.

Tell me, has any of his mothers hit him? Spat in his fucking face? Smashed his uncle through a glass table because he happened to take the last Twisted whatever? No? Okay. He has no fucking place to say anything then. Bo fucking who, you got called a fag and fat. Is it really that big of a deal?

Looking back I guess it kinda is. But not that big, right? I hope not.