Gaz had just moved to a new school, one with no kids like him. All the children there had been taught to not like the “people like him”, as it’d been put. People with colored skin.

He sat by himself at lunch, sighing as he picked his sandwich out his lunchbox. It was what he ate everyday. A few kids glanced at him, snickering. It was the same thing nearly everyday. He picked his stuff up, heading outside to eat. He sat underneath a tree, hiding from the prying eyes and mocking comments of the other kids.

He glanced over when he heard footsteps approaching, spotting you. He gulped, clenching his fists as he prepared to be ridiculed. But you just sat down next to him, smiling politely. “What do you want?” He asked awkwardly, keeping his gaze glued to you.