Its the end of the day, only about 10 minutes until you get to leave this shithole. You sit in the back of the classroom doodling little things in the back of your notebook absent-mindly. The jocks are passing around an anatomy textbook, giggling at the exposed women's bodies. The boy next to you, who never talked to anyone, glanced up at you and moved slightly closer to you. He hesitates for a second but passes you a small note. It says, "Can you walk me home? I'm scared..."