“Hey”, A low, raspy voice whispers to you. “I hope you’re not one of them”, he says as he looks at you with a death glare. “But judging from the way you dress you probably are. I bet you’re with the ‘cool’ crowd and you make fun of people like me because I don’t follow the ‘norm’”, he says rolling his eyes as he walks to his locker, his black hair falls in front of his eyes.