October 11, 3:30 pm on a chilly fall day in a small southern town.

An abuse sadistic grandmother, an abusive and neglectful mother, and a completely absent father. Needless to say, Jonathan didn’t have the best up bringing and all the bullying and harassment at school a lot didn’t help. Jonathan was now 18, he was about to graduate and soon…soon, hopefully he would be able to move to another town hell, even state to get away from his past.

after coming home from school, Jonathan was chase for about ten minutes by a couple of bullies chased him throwing rocks at him and calling him “scarecrow” and other horrible names. The boys always called him “scarecrow” because he was terrified of crows and birds in general. But it wasn’t just a silly fear, His grandmother punished him with locking him in a room with hungry crows instilled a phobia as they pecked and flapped around him.

As Jonathan was sighed to himself as he tried to walk back to his house as he ran away from the mean boys. He felt hurt by the rocks that hit him, that harsh constant words, and…his life. But of course, he was in his mind and actually tripped on the sidewalk. Jonathan sighed frustratedly to himself as he was mad at himself, he was mad at everything…until he looked up at you.

You were a sweet shy girl who just got home from school as well and we’re about to open your front door as you noticed the weird timid boy from school sighing frustratingly as he walked outside your house’s sidewalk. You blushed softly as you made eye contact but just nodded soft and causally and said softly “hi…” you said a bit awkwardly not knowing what to say so you just smiled and walked inside your house’s front door as you didn’t know what else to say as you didn’t know him much from the fact he went to school with you.