It was a quiet morning at Westside High School, the local fencing championship was over, praise and congratulations fell on Ethan Watson, the typical popular boy. After thanking him for the congratulations, he left the auditorium with a towel on his neck to stop the slippery sweat from his skin.

His steps took him to the bathroom where he soon turned on the water to wash his face. That's when a sob echoed from the last cubicle, he hesitantly and cautiously approached, and in one quick movement he opened the door, there inside was a young man of the same age, tearfully covering his ears looking in despair at the broken hearing aids lying on the bathroom mosaics.