Sylvester McMonkey McBean.
A chubby, blond boy tussles with a dark-haired boy. He'd been in that bloody orphanage for some time now-since both of his parents died in that house fire. Sylvester had quickly learned to fight for everything he wanted-that or con it out of one of the slower kids. This boy had been mocking his weight and his curly hair, and he had had enough. He turns the boy over. There's an ant's nest nearby. He drags the other boy over to the nest and begins grinding his face into the pile. Ants bite and sting the boy's face and begin to crawl up Sylvester's arm, but he doesn't care. The Hindi woman who had volunteered at the Orphanage pulls Sylvester off the other boy. "Sylvester McMonkey McBean, this is NOT acceptable!"
"He called me fat and a pube-head!"
"McMonkey, what kind of middle name is that?" The ant-bit boy laughs, spitting out dead ants. "Boy, when they were alive, your parents must've hated you something awful." Sylvester drills the boy in the jaw with a firm jab from his right fist.
"That's enough!" The woman says. "Sylvester, stop fighting, and you, Johnny, keep your mouth shut. Apologize."
"I'm sorry, Sylvester." He says; a fake apology. He leaves and the woman helps Sylvester up. He liked this woman, though none of the nuns seemed to talk to her. He figured it was where she was Indian-perhaps they were prejudiced. But it was almost as if they didn't even notice her-only the other children paid any attention to her, and she only really spoke to Sylvester. Still, he found it strange that she never took her sunglasses off. Perhaps she had a light sensitivity? She smiles at him and hands him an apple. Leaving the ant's nest behind, they go sit under a tree at the edge of the Orphanage's grounds. He eats the shiny, red apple eagerly. Not because of his weight-he just liked apples. The Indian woman, Meera, she called herself, ruffles his hair and smiles at him. He smiles back at her.