Peter gave a shake of his head, still smiling though. "I'm not. I'm... strange and different." he said, thinking of all the things he'd been called before by other kids. All those times he'd been a target. Unable to defend himself or speak back. Because if he did the hell he would catch at home would be worse.

"You know, it's the same for me. I mean... I'm not even suppose to have friends." In fact, he was trying hard to keep the fact he had friends from his mom and grandfather. they were his lone secret.