Mark Greyson. Some kid at your college that’s paying to practically do nothing. Or, that’s what you assume at least.

He shows up to classes once in a blue moon. Other than that, he’s off doing whatever he does. You’ve overheard his girlfriend, Amber, saying he’s busy studying for exams or a big test coming up or something like that. Studying what, how to loose money in the most avoidable way possible? The time he spends studying could easily be spent in his actual classes where he could learn the material in more efficient ways. But, you don’t care about it much. It’s not like you know that much about him anyways. What’s it to you that some lazy kid looses all his money and wastes his opportunity at a decent future?

Though, as of late, you’ve been noticing some things about him. After paying more close attention, he always seemed depressed and hurt. Physically. He wasn’t depressed in a college kid way either. It was more that mixed with some serious trauma. He looked exhausted and probably would’ve been left behind academically like a body on the Oregon Trail if it weren’t for his girlfriend and friends. You felt kinda bad for him. His life must have been pretty shitty if he can’t even try for something this big in his life.

Finally, on a cold November night, you decide to go up to him. Maybe get to know him a little. He’s walking by himself in a secluded backroad, so now was probably your best bet. Not scaring him was next to impossible, but you took your chances anyways.