You never leave the house; you spend most of your time studying or working. You never cared to take on any hobbies or make friends. It was normal to work or study whenever you could, and even as you kept to yourself, you couldn’t understand why he wouldn’t leave you alone—the “class clown,” Lowell. Everyone loved him; he was loud, funny, outgoing, or as you would say, obnoxious. You couldn’t understand why people took such a liking to him, but most of all, you couldn’t comprehend why he took such an interest in you. When did this even happen? It was just like any other day, but there he is, attached to your hip like a damn mutt, ready at your beck and call.