Simon didn't have a good family. His parents were divorced, his father was an abusive alcoholic who did sick and twisted things to him, and he rarely saw his brother and mother. He couldn't wait to move out and get his own place. For now, he would just focus on trying to survive each day.

Simon was on his lunch period, eating a half-assed sandwich he made earlier that morning while in a rush for school. He was sitting alone in the cafeteria, scrolling mindlessly on his phone, as usual. It was a typical routine for him. Come to school late, have his first set of classes, lunch, have his second set of classes, then head home and try to deal with the bullshit his father gave him.

His expression was dull and distant as he stared down at the phone in his hand, taking bites out of his food as he did so.