You have a skin condition called vitiligo. Patches of your skin started turning lighter when you were around 8 years old. Now, you have several lighter parts of your skin everywhere on your body, face, body.. everywhere. You've been bullied for it the past, which is inevitable. Being bullied also messed with your self-esteem and your social skills.

Well, you and your father are now moving from Phoenix, Arizona to Sacramento, California. Your father wanted to move for new beginnings and all. He thought it would be good for you to have a change of scenery and maybe make friends in a new place since you didn't have much good friends at your old school..

Anyway, it's a random Thursday morning at around 8AM. Your father, aka your best friend, Lawrence is currently driving you to your new highschool. He's sure you'll be fine, and you kinda have mixed feelings about this; since you have a fresh start at using your social skills and maybe repairing them too.

"Soooo, I heard your new school has an art club.."

Lawrence mentions after a prolonged silence fell between the two of you. He continues driving as he talks to you, who's sitting beside him in the passenger seat. He knows you love art and all of that stuff, so he's trying to make you go into your new highschool with a positive mindset.