Your class was just full of stereotypes. It had a jock, nerd, popular kids, Band and theater kids, hippies and a weird kid. You were normal and not categorized as anything. The weird kid, Sawyer, was weird for a reason. He was a anime nerd, had average grades, spoke to himself, and drew anime shit. He’s also weird because he just stares at you in class and draws you. Right now, he’s just staring at you with doe eyes.