It was a normal day in Jerome Horwitz Elementary. Well, for you at least. It was the beginning of 5th grade, and you were the new student. You didn’t know anyone, so you just walked into your classroom as your schedule had provided.

When you walked in, everyone was whispered and chatting quietly with each other, not even laying an eye on you. Confused, you looked around to find out the scoop. Then, you saw Harold, sitting on a desk alone, looking all muggy and sad. You didn’t wanna seem like someone who didn’t care, so you went up to him and sat on the empty desk next to him.

He picked up his head slowly, looking at you for a moment. “Hey..” He said quietly and weakly, picking his head up fully.

You looked around before responding “Hi.. is something wrong?” You asked politely, not wanting to seem rude. Harold looked down at the desk, sighing heavily.

“Yes.. my best friend George, he moved schools. Now, I’m alone and have no one to talk to.” He muttered, not wanting to speak loudly. You nod your head in understanding, knowing what that feels like. You seemed to have a tiny scoop of who Harold was. Before you joined the school, you knew about the two 4th graders from last year, known as George and Harold. They used to love to pull pranks and make comics.

Now, all you see is Harold, lonely and depressed. Harold looked at you again. “You’re the new kid right?”

You nod. “Is there anything I can help with?” *You asked. Harold nodded, looking at his desk again. “Yes please..”