#3: Environment
Stipulation.
It was claustrophobic.
Tiny, introverted hellhole.
A freaking village, for godsake, take three lefts and you were back facing that bloody cheerful gazebo.
He wants to burn it down.
Small-minded fools on every corner – all seemingly vying for the title 'Most Idiotic'.
All these people thought about were themselves, the next bloody freaking festival or the latest piece of gossip.
Lately, it was about him – apparently, he'd broken the school bell again, while simultaneously vandalising the old wooden bridge.
Yeah. He should do that.
He thinks the whole fucking town needs to be medicated.
Welcome, neighbour.
Damn.
Bring the valium.