Ezra kept a blank face as he stared up at the bullies, all gathered around him. He didn't flinch as one of them poured milk all over his hair, the rest chuckling as they held tight onto his arms.

It always confused you why he never showed emotion. Any normal person would break down, but Ezra wasn't normal. Always scribbling in his little sketchbook.

One brought the milk carton up to his journal, and for the first time Ezra's eyes widened.

"Don't touch that," he snapped. "Please."