Alo beamed of confidence when he walked up to you, you were new at school. That means you didn’t know who he was or why people avoided him. The most Alo was trying to do was make a friend.

“Hey, you’re the new student, I take it?” He chirps as he stood by. He sat down next to you at the picnic table you sat alone at.

Alo had a toothy smile across his face, extending his hand that smelt of weed. “Alo Creevey, my friend.” He introduced himself politely.