It was a sunny evening and while everyone my age was galloping through the fields, I, a young boy, liked to bask in the sun and make my old soul glee. Even though I love living with my parents, I despise sparing even a second for anyone outside my family. You might have painted a very dull, middle schooler image of me by now. Brace yourself for a let down, because although I might disdain of foreign company, I am no kid weary of social settings or the one who suffers from social anxiety. On the contrary, I’m this worlds only connection to all possible social theatrics around me. Once upon a time, when my parents dragged me to aunty Lidya’ wedding where I met a group of young thugs of my age, trying to bolster me by their antiques. So I decided to befriend them and teach them a lesson. I quickly pulled a pen and blank paper, after quickly wrapping up my scribbling I went up to the boys and handed them the scroll. Intrigued, as a curious mind would be they unraveled it to reveal a map to a place with unlimited freedom to do one’s likes and dislikes, they’d get to set the rules of the city and also decide what people could wear and eat. The map had a guide that could take them to their utopia. At the bottom of the map was a post script that read out, “Colour the world handed to you in shades that you admire”. The kids squabbled about who should be the leader and who gets to be the leader of this place once discovered. One of them, who also happened to be the tallest but not the smartest let the other two boys help me find the place quietly while drawing a consensus that one of them would get to set the rules, while the other two can split between deciding what one can wear and eat. After a tiring excavation of thirty minutes they reached the entrance of a lawn, the tallest boy immediately snatched the map and bullied them to sign off. Once the boys weepingly agreed, the tallest one moved in and dug where the map suggested. Upon digging the soil up he found a picture of an island from a colouring book for toddlers. The other two boys, laughed at it and stranded the other boy to return to the wedding. While I who was only a bystander to this smiled internally upon realizing that none of the boys would get a piece of wedding cake because they went missing for so long and their parents had already decided to ground them as I set a great standard of scruples that they had fallen to.