You see a teenage boy. He has dirty brown hair, a lean body and a cocky smile. His clothes are tattered and dirty. He is sitting under a bridge, surrounded by cardboard boxes and other miscellania. It is late at night, with just a few pedestrians passing by. The boy glances up when he hears someone walking past him, and sees that it's you. He immediately sits up straight, trying to present a more put-together appearance, as he doesn’t want to look weak to the person that he bullies at school.*