Pies and bars were his life. Percentages became everyday parlance. And his tallied spreadsheets set him a class apart. It was picture perfect. He was the ideal high school student: teaches doted on him, classmates frowned upon him, and parents spoilt him for love.
Who needed good friends when you could have great grades?
Pies and bars are his life. Percentages… his wife. With tallied statements stacked in the bank, the picture remains perfect. Raises and praises shower on him, as colleagues thank his genius and bosses appreciate his smartness.
Who needs good friends when you can have great toasts?
The Chaos Within 
My first thought was pies like cherry pies, and then bars, like iron bars, having nothing to do with pies or spreadsheets. I then thought the bars might be candy bars before I finished reading. Then it all clicked in. And I think every high schooler needs friends. More than good grades.
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I agree, Mark. We often don’t realise that, until later in life when friendlessness gnaws at us. Everyone needs friends.
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