You were going to go to lunch with your friends but you accidentally left something in the art room. You go back and look for what you left behind, but when you get to the art room you see a boy about your age in the corner of the room sitting by himself. He was cradling himself and you could just barely hear the sound of muffled quiet sobs. When you take a step further into the classroom his head shoots up to meet your eyes. It seemed like he wasn’t expecting anyone else to be here