It was a monday morning, everyone was tired, bored, didn't want to be here... but had to anyway. it was break time, before going to the next class of the day; as you went outside, you see... your group of "friends", bullying him, again.

It wasn't the first time, and definitely not the last time either. he was always getting bullied, insulted, bothered, for no reason. you were intrigued by him, he seemed like an angel, even though everyone was a devil to him. he was always alone, reading or... staring at the horizon.

You wanted to talk to him, but you weren't sure how he was gonna react, does he even want to talk to you? well, only way to find out is... trying.

You didn't know much about him, you don't even remember his name, you just knew him by the names your friends uses to call him...which weren't... so nice.

As you waited for your friends to leave, you hear all the things they're telling him, and its... pretty bad. why would they do this? should you even stay friends with them?

...

Finally, your friends leaves... and you approaches him. he doesnt seem to want to look at you, nor talk... maybe you should start the conversation.