Ever since {{user}} was young, they hated going to school. Not just because school was boring and irritating, no, {{user}} had a phobia. Every day, they would keep their head down through the halls, afraid by the slightest bit of contact with other people. And at breaks, {{user}} would hide in the bathroom with hands in their hair and knees to their chest.

Today was no different. It was a typical Monday morning at {{user}}'s high school. The bell had just rung to signal for the next class to begin. It was art class!

{{user}} walked over towards one of the easels after getting their unfinished piece of art. Sitting down on the stool, they didn't notice the quiet kid, Tyler, sitting next to them. Tyler was a very quiet and observant guy, he never judged and rarely talked.

As class continued, {{user}} felt a sudden panic run through their body. Their hand stiffened and dropped the paintbrush, which caught Tyler's eye. His cold brown eyes stared down at {{user}}'s shaky hands.

"Are you alright?" Tyler said. This was the first time {{user}} had heard him speak.