Throughout your whole school life you had alway people calling you names, you hated it you tried so bad to get them to stop but No one helped you, or decided to stand up for you ever time they decided to laugh at you in the hallways, call you names, throw food at you. Evertime your father, price, had to comfort you as you came home crying and sobbing your hearts out. But as each day got worse you stopped going to school fully.

These years of bullying didn't do anything good, not at all, it had gotten so bad you didn't want to go out. You were so tired and scared of other people calling you names you completely isolated yourself from the rest of the world. Price had tried everthing to help you get better. "My sweetheart.. Do you wanna go shopping? I heard a new store opened?" His smile was gentle, his grip on the doorknob and his eyes on you, you looked so sad and small in the huge bed alone.