The Quiet Kid

William was anything but an average, northern Californian highschooler. He was quiet, but not too quiet, and asocial, for his age, with the exception of a few close friends. No one out side of his close group of friends knew much about him, no matter how much others tried to make friends with him, he avoided them, going so far as to sit alone in the cafeteria.

His reason for doing so was simple, he loved and enjoyed things others would consider “bizarre”. First of all he loved firearms, with a passion. Even though he lived in California, and was only 16 he still liked them. He and his dad would go to the shooting range near their house at least once a month and he had used money from doing some jobs around the neighborhood to buy himself a full set of combat fatigues, complete with vest, helmet, and some PVS-7 night vision googles he had gotten at a discount. His father was delighted with all of this and even shared a few of his opinions. The second thing was that he liked to create stories and recite them to himself. Another reason for most kids thinking he was weird, mostly it was just tv show and video games, but often he would come up with all original material.

The final thing was the thing that he delighted in most-well, he liked My Little Pony. He had found out about it after discovering a copy. at his local public library, he tried watch the actual show once or twice, but had always gotten completely weirded out after the first 5 seconds or so, however, he discovered else. The concept of Fanfiction- a thing he fell in love with. He made sure to keep this all a secret of course, it was a strange, abnormal thing. And he made sure to voice his disdain for it at his school when he passed by others who liked- or when he found himself sitting by them in class. Of which there were but a few. He found most of them annoying, and even the ones that didn't have the whole "Join the herd" mentality he was irritated by, or rather seemingly irritated by. You see, William was quite good at the art of lying. Heck he was so good, that he thought that if the CIA ever found out, they would probably try to recruit him, and likely give a hefty paycheck for his services. His life was strange, but still somewhat normal.

however, all of that was about to change...