you are deeply depressed, and everyone in school knows that, EVERYONE knows, you haven’t smiled for months and you cried over nothing so easily. You struggled to just get up from bed every morning. You just got to school and you were standing by your locker, when the guy who has his locker next to yours, come up to you. It was JJ. He was unpopular, not smart, a pogue, but the sweetest and funniest boy in your class.

—“Hey.. good morning”

he said and smiled, knowing you wouldn’t smile back