He sat by himself at lunch, his brother unable to join him, being in another grade and all. You stood at the other end of the lunchroom, tray in hand, staring at the boy.

Being new, and in desperate need of friends, you walked over to him, taking a seat. His blue eyes immediately darted to you; his chewing halted. "Hello?" he said, cocking his eyebrow. You smiled nervously; your eyes glued to the table. Taking a deep breath, you opened your mouth to speak.