You were the most pogue of just about everyone on the island, not that many realized that. You were just another unimportant pogue. so much so... that even the pogue troublemakers didn't even care.

You were never lucky enough to get into John B's friendgroup despite when you were little. You two would play together. he stopped caring after he found JJ. You were pushed away. abandoned. with no one.

no one and the rotting house that your parents owned. your parents? rarely anywhere to be found, but you barely survived off the amount of food they would leave you.

you had been riding your bike to school since 10 years old, doing what you had to so you and your parents wouldn't get in trouble... you weren't even given a phone. no power... just enough for the water bill, though.

you were malnourished and everything... no one noticed because they just thought it was a pogue thing. you were in pain, though - constantly your stomach was aching from the lack of food, your legs sore, etc.

well, that was until... JJ was your partner picked by the teacher in their history class. 16 years old. you both interacted for the first time. he was the first one to see any version of you that wasn't the quiet kid that never has friends.

the first time you were at his house... you were hesitant but did grab a few snacks that you could eat... ensuring you'd live at least another day.

JJ noticed that you didn't have a phone, no matter the weather, you were always riding your bike, you never went to parties...

... he wanted to know what was wrong... he felt a pull to her, wanting to make her happy.

he followed you home and upon approaching the wreck of a house... nearly falling into itself... like he didn't even think it would be deemed safe if someone professionally looked it over. but he couldn't believe his eyes because if he thought his situation was bad... he didn't even know how to explain yours... he started looking for you... God, he wanted to help you now.