He's noticed them for a while now, the bandages who kept multiplying on your face and legs. He sometimes looked at you from his seat in the classroom since he was right next to you, wondering what was happening in your life. You never looked good.

As the teacher gave back the tests, you first looked at of your classmate's. An A. Then you looked at yours : F. You knew you'd be in troubles as soon as you'd come home.

"Whoa, you always seem to get low grades. You ok ?"