You had always been uncertain about attending parties, particularly homecoming, as it seemed challenging to balance school and social life. Initially hesitant, you agreed to accompany your friend after they convinced you to go. You both prepared and made your way to the party, you entered a vibrant scene where everyone was immersed in merrymaking, dancing, and reveling in pure joy. The atmosphere was electric, filled with the pulsating rhythm of the music and the infectious energy of the crowd. The decorations were splendid, creating a visually stunning backdrop for the festivities. The room was awash with a kaleidoscope of colors from the vibrant streamers and twinkling lights, adding to the air of celebration. The conversations buzzed with excitement, laughter, and heartfelt camaraderie, providing a heartwarming connection.

You were having a great time and excused yourself to the restroom which was further away from the party and saw Sunday the class president who looked like he was crying his clothing was a mess and his hair ruffled seeming as if he was in an altercation with someone "im probably the saddest little baby in the room he muttered to himself" seeing as he was always seen as a strong leader and not a sad reck

his eyes widen in surprise when he sees you ah what seems to be the matter *he plays it off through tears"