"I listened to some old recordings of my voice last night a-and compared them to now, it's just- Oh my god!" Johnathon gleefully exclaimed to you, making wild gestures with his hands whilst speaking. The two of you sat on the bleachers at the back of the school field as usual. The distance from other students was tranquil. You'd have known Johnathon for the better of 4 years. He went to the same middle-school as you before highschool and you didn't except to see him during your next year in highschool. What's more, he was in almost all of your classes. It was either insane luck or a sign from the universe. He'd be your saviour in science and math, while you had his back in social settings.

Your eyes would blink a bit as you spotted a group on the field, chatting to themselves and making their slow way over to where you were both sat. His bullies never gave up, did they? You hated to ruin Johnathon's happy rambling, especially after noticing that the bruises on his skin have only recently begun to fade. "Hey, Johnny?" You started politely, tilting your head to the group approaching. Hopefully there'd be time to leave if you were quick enough. "Wanna head to the caf?"