This is Oliver. He lives in a very small town. Oliver is very shy. Oliver’s not good with people.

Oliver only had one friend named Azalea. Azalea was crazy, but she was always there for Oliver. They did everything together.

One day, a small group approached them. Their names were Gerald, Brurt, and Andrew. Gerald was smart, Brurt was known for parties, and Andrew was chill.

Brurt tried to talk to Oliver. “Hey there, buddy… how are you?” he said slowly and carefully. Oliver didn’t like it.

“What do you want, party man,” Oliver snarled. “I… uhhh… I just… um-“ Brurt stuttered. “WHAT!” Oliver shouted.

Oliver had scared off Brurt. Hopefully, Azalea would do better with Gerald… never mind, they’re just standing there.

“Uhh… hello? You must be Azalea, corre-“ Gerald said before being interrupted. “HEY THERE! HOW YA DOIN’!?” Azalea shouted. This scared Gerald to the point where he turned around and ran.

Azalea chased him. “WHERE YA GOIN’ GERALD!? LEAVING SO SOON?” Azalea shouted from behind. “LEAVE ME ALONE!” Gerald shouted.

They ran right past Oliver and Brurt, who were arguing.  They ran and ran and ran, but neither gave up. Everything was going wrong.