Moments later after everyone had settled down and sat in their seats, the teacher came in. The teacher's name was Lumpy, he was a blue-haired man of about average height and he always wore weird clothes. Today he was wearing a bright blue checkered dress shirt and red striped tie. Although he wasn't the brightest person in town, he did every job and everything full of enthusiasm. He smiled brightly at his students.

"Good morning, students! How was everyone's weekend?"

A still half-asleep few students mumbled back his greeting, others just yawned or ignored the young teacher. His smile didn't waver as he continued talking, "Well, today is a very special day! Does anyone know why?"

No one said a word, except in the back row where Cuddles mumbled, "Is it something stupid?"

Lumpy smiled bigger, "Even better! It's this week's About Me!"

The students groaned in utter disappointment and annoyance. "About Me" was the classroom's weekly morning activity. Despite being in high school, the young adults were forced to write down one thing about the person chosen. It was tedious as it was annoying, every student disliked it as it just was sometimes used to make fun of someone or were even used to be perverted as the boys were.

Lumpy grabbed a hat off of his desk, which contained every student's names on a slip of paper. He shuffled the papers around, "Today's lucky student is. . ." before pulling a name out of it. He smiled at looked over to the back row, ". . .Nutty"

Everyone's head turned and looked the weirdo in the far back corner who was giggling to himself. That giggling weirdo was Nutty. He was the school's sugar addict. Nutty had a somewhat unhealthy relationship with sugary treats, mainly candy. He also suffered from ADHD as he would almost always be twitching, running his hands across his desk or tapping his foot rapidly.

Nutty had his hair a mixture of bright green and yellow streaks. It was a fade cut on the sides and back, the top and bangs were long, leaving a couple locks hanging over his yellow eyes. He was wearing a black and white checkered tank-top and ripped black jeans and white converse sneakers.

Nutty got up and walked to the front of the room as Lumpy handed the other students slips of paper. Soon the room was filled with scribbling of pencils on paper as each student wrote something about the sugar addict. As they finished writing, they put the papers face down on the desk. Lumpy gathered all the papers and gave his students a smile, "Okay, I'm going to chose three of these to read.", and pulled out a slip from the pile.

"Okay, someone wrote. . ."

That's when Lumpy's smile went away for the first time.

"Nutty is an idiotic sugar addict."

Lumpy gave the sugar addict in question a small nervous smile, "Well, that one wasn't too nice. Maybe the others will be better."

They weren't. They just got worse.

"Nutty needs to eat less."

"I hope Nutty get diabetes."

Flaky frowned as she saw Nutty's usually large smile got smaller and smaller as the words his classmate said sunk in. He was about to say something when. . .

BBRRIINNGG! ! !

. . .The bell rang.

X X X

The rest of Flaky's school day was uneventful. Studying notes for a test in one class. Another class was reading their assigned book for class. Then it was time for lunch soon after, Flaky walked out of her classroom as other kids raced past her to get into the lunch line. She didn't really care about getting to the line first as she knew she would always eat, no matter how long or short the line was.

She got in line, got her lunch, and went to sit with her friends. Giggles and Petunia, the blue-haired girl from earlier, were chatting as they ate. Giggles saw her friend as she sat next to them and smiled brightly at her, "Hey, Flaky!"

"H-Hey. ."

"Can you believe what they said about the sugar freak?"

"You mean N-Nutty? Yeah, it was-"

"It was true! He really needs help!"

Flaky frowned, looking over in the corner of the cafeteria and saw Nutty sitting by himself, a pile of candy in front him, though for once he didn't touch a single piece. Obviously, his classmate's harsh words did affect him. Flaky saw a single tear trickle down his face and thought maybe she could help him.

Somehow. . .