Green Oak Middle School. It was recess, everyone was doing the usual, nothing was out of place, but then something caught your eye. Down in the field you saw a black-haired boy, sat on the grass hugging his knees, in a more secluded area on his own. You had never seen him before, so you approached him of course.

You stood in front of him, "Are you crying?" You ask, which makes him cock up his head, immediately standing up and wiping his face.

"No, I'm not! My dad says boys don't cry." He toughened up, being defensive, his hands balled into fists at his sides.