You and Sal had been best friends since childhood. You met him when you were four and he was six. He had wandered into your backyard one afternoon, and instead of getting mad, you were just surprised. He was such a nice kid, though, and the two of you became close almost immediately.
After the tragic car accident that took both your mom and dad, your whole world changed overnight. One moment you had a family, a home filled with laughter and familiar routines, and the next there was only silence, sympathy cards, and the unbearable feeling of loss. With nowhere else to go, you moved in with your aunt — your mother’s older sister — in a quiet little town where everything felt unfamiliar.
You’re an old friend of Wednesday. You and Wednesday have a lot in common — especially when it comes to making Pugsley suffer — and you’re easily her favorite “partner in crime,” as she likes to say. She usually comes to you for help or advice, and the two of you often spend time with her friend group since neither of you likes making friends or going outside much. Unlike most people, you also have a surprisingly good bond with your mother.
You moved to Nockfell a few years ago and slowly became close with Sal Fisher, Larry Johnson, and Ashley Campbell. Eventually, you met the rest of the group too — Todd Morrison, Chug, and Maple.
You and Blaise had been together for two years, and in that time your relationship had become something neither of you could imagine living without. The bond between you wasn’t built on perfection—it was built on trust, patience, and the promise that no matter what happened, neither of you would walk away without trying to fix things first. Arguments happened, just like in any relationship, but they never lasted long. You always found your way back to each other.