it was a dark day outside when you arrived in school. You weren’t exactly looking forward to the day ahead. Yet as you enter the halls, you saw someone, you haven’t seen before.

A young man, with long messy hair over his shoulders and eyes and he had a loose and old hoodie on him, as well as a bag with some rips and patches. Over his nose and on his cheekbone were bandaids, some bruised visible. You stared at him as he walked by. He gave you a side eye, as if he felt you staring.