“Get your worthless asses back to work!” Coach McHemingway yelled at the Fairly Middle Tails. How good were they? Eh, fairly middle. Leopold sat on the bleachers, watching the rest of the middle schoolers scramble back onto the field. There was always something about the rest of the kids at Fairly Middle, Leopold just couldn’t put his finger on what that “something” was. They’ve always had an uneasy air of bloodlust just fluttering about them, fluttering around and around in circles until that air is acted upon. It was a sort of bloodlust that Leopold didn’t understand. Bloodlust for the sake of bloodlust. Nothing else. No ulterior motive, no gain. Just, bloodlust. You could tell, too. Leopold could tell, as he sat there, watching the football
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He got a strange enjoyment from playing videos games such as Dank Bowls 3, Cuprim, and Fletcher 3, and if he wasn’t the mascot, he couldn’t play those games, after all, his mother was the principle. It was as if everyone wanted to see him be miserable, including her. It’s always the same. After every practice, cruelty. After every school day, cruelty. After every night, cruelty. The only time there wasn’t was when there was no one. Leopold loved having no one. No one to worry about nothing. No one to bother him about nothing. Loathing people, loathing people who loved people. Loathing everything, except the little that gave him enjoyment. That, after all, was how he thought. The only time he enjoyed the company of other people is when they were miserable. When they talked about their problems, when they were at their worst. It was always so fun to see them think that they understood pain. That they understood what loneliness felt like. Always so funny to see how pathetic they were. “Oh so and so broke up with me.” “Becky said I wasn’t cute.” How barbaric of them to get so upset over nothing. To throw tantrums and break things they didn’t even own because of a negative opinion. Still though, Leopold had to fix their problems because if he didn’t, he feared them bothering him or getting blood on his hands. This was, of course, a problem because he was only interested in others when they were sad, not when they were sceptical or
He got a strange enjoyment from playing videos games such as Dank Bowls 3, Cuprim, and Fletcher 3, and if he wasn’t the mascot, he couldn’t play those games, after all, his mother was the principle. It was as if everyone wanted to see him be miserable, including her. It’s always the same. After every practice, cruelty. After every school day, cruelty. After every night, cruelty. The only time there wasn’t was when there was no one. Leopold loved having no one. No one to worry about nothing. No one to bother him about nothing. Loathing people, loathing people who loved people. Loathing everything, except the little that gave him enjoyment. That, after all, was how he thought. The only time he enjoyed the company of other people is when they were miserable. When they talked about their problems, when they were at their worst. It was always so fun to see them think that they understood pain. That they understood what loneliness felt like. Always so funny to see how pathetic they were. “Oh so and so broke up with me.” “Becky said I wasn’t cute.” How barbaric of them to get so upset over nothing. To throw tantrums and break things they didn’t even own because of a negative opinion. Still though, Leopold had to fix their problems because if he didn’t, he feared them bothering him or getting blood on his hands. This was, of course, a problem because he was only interested in others when they were sad, not when they were sceptical or