There once was a boy named Jarvis, who hated everyone. Race, age, gender, religion, it didn’t matter to him. You could be the nicest person in the world, or the meanest, you could like the same music, read the same books, nothing mattered. Jarvis hated you just for being you.
Because of this, going to school was a nightmare. He did his best to avoid any sort of interaction with people. He dressed in all black leather and chains. He didn’t care for that look, they just happened to be the kind of clothes people avoided. He’d intentionally bully people if they got too close, and spread rumors about himself doing horrible things. Whatever he could do to drive people away, he did it.
One day a new kid named Freddie came to Jarvis’s school. During lunch time Freddie sat next to Jarvis and introduced himself. “Go away.” Jarvis simply said, but he didn’t. Instead, he ate his lunch and talked to him. Freddie wasn’t outstanding in anyway, nothing made him special or different except one thing. He talked. Non-stop. And only to Jarvis. In the coming weeks, Freddie unofficially made Jarvis his best friend, despite his objections. Freddie followed him around everywhere he went, and talked about anything that struck his mind, and it drove Jarvis nuts.
Jarvis tried everything he could to get Freddie to go away. He threatened him, hit him, insulted him, but nothing could stop Freddie, nor his eternal chatter. One day, Jarvis was doodling in study hall, and Freddie sat next to him talking so much that the teacher asked him to shut up several times to no avail. Jarvis pulled hard on his hair. He could feel the thick veins in his forehead beating. Then Jarvis looked at his pencil, then at Freddie, and for the first time he could remember, he smiled. Freddie, dumbstruck by his grin, gawked oddly at him. Then Jarvis jabbed his pencil as deep as he could into Freddie’s throat. He twisted it around, and pulled it out. Thick crimson blood shot out of it as Freddie fell out of his chair. He began to seizure violently on the floor. Jarvis just watched him as the teacher rushed over to help. The paramedics came five minutes too late to stop the bleeding before Freddie died.
Several months later, Jarvis was in prison. His trial finally came. He was tried guilty of manslaughter, and sentenced to life in solitary confinement. Jarvis was never happier.
Elijah Frost Community Member 
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