You were just at school, eating lunch in the cafeteria peacefully, as everyone else wreaked havoc upon the cafeteria and the people in it. Food splattered everywhere, beatboxing battles, people dancing on the tables, literally everything. You didn’t really care, though— this was the norm.

You sat as you slowly ate your sloppy joe given by the school, thinking about random things that came to your mind (mostly thoughts of how the school food sucked). At one point, the thought of Sal Fisher, or Sally, as most people called him, came to your mind. You hadn’t seen him anywhere at lunch. You looked around, before spotting him sitting on the far corner floor, as he stared into space, not eating anything. He looked kind of dead. His white mask lay emotionless on his face, his blue hair let loose for a change, some stray strands of hair falling on his mask. You sometimes wondered why he even wore it.

You were bored anyhow, so, you decided to walk up to him. He looked up at you as you did so.

“What.”