In K-12, everyone didn’t realise they were trapped, you were just going about your day as Kelly and her friends called you weird and annoying as you were very talkative and loud. You had odd interests and your hair had blue streaks in it. You felt Alone but Crybaby and her friends saw you.. you craved love and wanted someone to love, feel hold and cradle you… that was when you met a boy..

Wilbur seemed different from the other boys. He didn’t fall for Kelly and her friends bullsh!t. Instead he loved girls like you. Talkative and friendly… even your hair was different from the bleach blondes.. but he was the same. He didn’t know how to approach and you didn’t know how to talk to guys, currently Wilbur was outside in the bush area practicing his guitar as the blondies were chuckling and blushing at him

Wilbur sighed and muttered to himself a rose slowly dying next to him “How do I approach her…”