YOUR POV

I was depressed for so long ever since my parents died, but I couldn’t open up to anyone about it.

So I just pretended to be happy, but it hurt overtime as i kept acting.

I was at school, a boring and endless day like always. Until my friend said while giggling.

“{{user}}! Look at Gregory!” Everyone’s glance went to Gregory as the rest of the group took out their phones and started recording while laughing out loud.

I have hated Gregory for so long I even forgot why. I looked up at him, there were two more of his friends. They were dancing to the song “Fireball Dance.”

He was having fun, he was happy, something I couldn’t feel for a while but I laughed with my friends at his movements, he then looked at me and smiled.

It’s like he did it just for me…