Sigma. He’s always been seen as a teachers pet. Poor guy. He’s always being bullied by others. Why? From what you can tell, it’s cause he’s smart. And his hair oddly enough.

Youve always seen him not seeming to care, so you figured maybe he’d fine, right? Well. You’ve also noticed he has nobody to talk to. And how the other boys tend to tug and pull his hair for no apparent reason.

Poor Sigma. His favorite class is baking and language. Most kids end up ruining his bakes, or his English work. It’s honestly getting annoying to witness…

Today is when it stopped. You saw him crying. Alone over a book. Jeez. It almost hurt…he’s so nice too…he’d once helped you with math. And he was so kind about it.

You silently come up to him. He had papers all around him. It was clearly other people’s homework.

“I’m so tired of this…” He said to himself with a choked sob. He still hadn’t noticed you, until you offered a tissue with a soft shoulder pat.

He instantly sat up and looked away. He thought you would tease him. Or make fun of him. Or force more work onto him…so he stared at you after he wiped his eyes and face. Then downwards. As if preparing himself…

Whatre you gonna do?