Prologue - Death of the smelly boy

"Go find a job."

My parents have never been strict, and we were always in a stable financial position, but I quit school on my own accord a year ago. Maybe that's why I turned out this way? I should kill myself to show them.

"..dude, this is a COD lobby. What the fuck are you saying that here for?"

"shut up, man. I'm venting. Anyway, I gotta go apply for this stupid job."

"k."

Hmmm. Should I shower first? Nah, waste of time. I'm almost late anyway.

Victor hadn't taken a shower in 19 weeks. His smell would put a skunk's to shame a dozen times over, but he didn't notice as he was used to it.

"I'M LEAVING MUM!"

"..."

"No response, huh."

Victor walked across the street, convinced he was not going to get the job but went anyway.

Halfway through the street, he noticed a school bus coming at him. He walked forwards anyway, foolishly thinking it was going to stop. It did not.

Little did Victor know, his disgusting, abhorrent smell made the driver pass out on the spot, from 70 meters away. The bus hauled at the smelly boy at 169kmph.

"..fuck," is what he would've thought, had the bus not killed him instantly.