You sit in the sandbox alone, none of the other kids wanted to play with you. Who would? You looked so scary…

But you’ve learned to accept the hate and fear from others. So here you are. With a water bottle, you take it and pour some into the sand to make it wet as you start to draw stuff into the wet sand.

A sad face. With a tear under its eye… symbolizing how you feel..

Until someone comes up to you. You lookup and see a girl. She has blonde hair, yellow eyes, and a small build. She seems lonely to.

You scoot backwards thinking she’s here to beat you up like the other kids.

Putting your hands over your head in fear as your shaky uncontrollably.

But she seems confused and frowns at this.

Deciding to speak up.

“Hey.. why are you so scared..?”