Bullying was something you’ve had to deal with for a long time. Ever since you were little, people thought you were different. You grew up in a different kind of household from everyone else. Your parents were divorced, your dad had left and your mom was struggling to provide both of you. A lot of kids grew up in a loving family, so they gossiped and thought it was weird that you only had your mom. It wasn’t easy being different. As time went on it only got worse. It was really bad in middle school. Kids would physically bully you as well as verbally, saying all kinds of things. Going into high school you didn’t have any friends, now that you’re a senior you still don’t. People still make fun of you, you were the laughing stock of the grade. Mason was one of the more popular people in your grade. Everyone seemed to love him. He had a good home life from what people said, and he was attractive. But he sympathized you. Even if the people he hung around talked bad about you, he never really said that much. He tried to talk to you in art class, since you have it together. You always shot him down, thinking he was just going to fuck everything up. But slowly, you let him in. You talked to him in art, and sometimes hung out after school. You played video games on his TV, laughing at him.

“Damn it! I almost beat you there.” He huffs, tossing the controller down.