Assuming you mean Archie, he gives me That Kid vibes. You know what I mean, because every primary school class had one. That Kid who was too much of a spaz to ever play with anyone at recess, who always got the whole class in trouble for acting like a moron when there was a substitute teacher, who ruined every story your teacher read aloud with his asshole commentary, who destroyed your best art project or broke all the good crayons or took a running leap onto the timpani in music class* simply because he couldn't help himself, who had to go home early that one day because he stuck his little finger in the pencil sharpener and cranked it just to find out what would happen: That Kid.
None of the kids in class wanted to play with him because he'd inevitably end up hurting someone or getting everyone in trouble, none of the parents wanted him at birthday parties or sleepovers, and all the teachers fought over who had to have him in class each year. Sometimes That Kid mellowed out by high school, sometimes he found a niche with the other weirdos, and sometimes he ended up with a thing for setting fires and a litany of petty criminal offenses by his mid-twenties. Every That Kid was different, but every class had one.
It's actually really sad. I think the older Archie got, the more different he would have seemed from his peers. People say boys are easier than girls, and that boys are less mean to each other during early adolescence, but even boys will ostracize a peer whose best efforts at social interaction consist of frenetically punching everything in sight and attempting spinning high kicks at people's heads.
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That Kid in my class totally did this, and to this day, it's one of the most spectacular things I've ever heard. Good old Charles.