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Re: Sasori App [4]
Despite his dislike of his peers, he began spending his time not in school far from her as he could. He moved with a different crowd every week, never spending time with them enough for them to question his absence when he grew bored. His over doting grandmother tried to keep him home as if she was worried that the outside world would ruin her precious grandson. As if he was innocent to begin with.

The upper class held no interest for him. They mimicked the lives of the famed and gossiped from the time they awoke until the time they shed their masks of conformity to sleep. One night with them and he heard more then he ever wanted to about Mrs. Hamilton, the county club's president, new way she was styling her hair (So now!) and the highly respected lawyer, Mr. Ward's affair with another family's housemaid (no way!). The secrets here were more known then the knowledge of how to eat a hot dog. The middle class he watched before trying them out and opted to decide that hanging around them would be too much work to be bothered with.

It was his biology lab partner that dragged him out after that. The boy was loud and bold without ever really uttering a word at school. When Sasori asked if he could go with him after school, he agreed and talked to him the whole bus ride about the molds of society and what he would do if he had control. The redhead never expected him to talk so much and sat silently while his ears, which were already sore from the steady drone of teachers and hallways, took more abuse. The boy, whose name Sasori couldn't be bothered with remembering, took him to the pulsing heart of the underground where the miserable misfits could be around people like them. Be heard when the other classes shut them up. They were bold, they were loud, they were cowards. Sasori hated them more than the upper society, but these people fascinated him. They held secrets they would never share. He learned more watching them from the dark corners of the clubs two nights a week than half a year in school. Here the cruelty and craftiness he enjoyed could be used without anyone caring, or listening to his grandmother's lecturing him. He learned their weaknesses and enjoyed exploiting them. It was always strange how you could be so mean to people, but they came crawling back in hopes of a tiny ounce of caring. He blackmailed important people and sold their drugs to the underlings. When he was sixteen he packed his bag with clothes, money and the few trinkets of memorabilia he had and moved in with one of those hapless people who wanted to help him so maybe he'd give him a pat on the head or a free score.