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“Loser! Good for nothing piece of scum! Should’ve used a condom!”

    Victor lived in the essence of despair in a broken home held together by drugs and government scandals. The older of two kids, he took care of his thirteen year old sister, who undoubtedly had a child of her own, and worked part time at a goodwill store in Vassalboro, Maine. He felt it was his responsibility to hold a steady job, continue going to school, and help his sister with her baby. Even against his better judgment he helped his parents deliver drugs to what he called, “Clients.” His life was in shambles; compared to other kids his own age he was more focused on avoiding the police and staying in school.

   Victor was a hard worker and a diligent student and during lunch he usually sat alone or with the unlucky kid who lost a bet to sit near him. He held an attitude that people considered unworthy public behavior; Victor was blunt, vague, and on occasion when it benefited him a sweetheart. Victor was the mysteriously tall boy that all the girls never had enough guts to say hello to. He towered over most of his teachers with dark brown hair and porcelain skin. His dark blue eyes could bore into you with the intensity of making a lie true. Victor was a compulsive liar who could get his way out of any tight situation. He sometimes swayed his teachers into extending due dates and he made them pity him for his broken home. Deep down he tried to be a good person but it never ended that way. A lie can’t cover another without lying in the first place and that’s usually what he did.

   Pity is a horrible term to consider someone, Victor never pitied anyone and he wanted none in return. Unless it benefited him. All around, Victor was a very confusing person to figure out and he liked to keep it that way. His distance made him feel more comfortable around normal people. Over the years he’d never really had any friends, just the random new kids looking for someone to help them find their way around ever talked to Victor. He was all about small chat that he barely ever spoke unless made to, to anyone.

   Victor discovered that if he could just push people to the outskirts of his mind then there was no reason for weakness or attachment. But there came a time when he finally couldn’t do it anymore. Her name was Nicole.