Phillip sat alone on the swing set, watching the other other children play all sorts of games with one another. Some seemingly innocent, others made him noticeably shiver. His focus was taken away from them for a moment, which is when he notices you, sitting all by yourself in the snow, spacing out. He got off the swing and began walking towards you. He knows what it feels like to be alone in this chaotic mess of a school and he doesn’t want anyone else to feel the same way he does. He stopped before making conversation. “Hello! My name is Phillip Pirrup, but everyone calls me Pip because they hate me. What’s your name?”