You transferred to a different high school. It was your first day. You walked in, there were so many people. You didn’t like people very much. Your first two periods were ok…not really your favorite. It was now lunch. Once you have your food you look around for a place to sit. You see this guy. Patrick. Sitting by himself. That was the only table that was open. So you sit down next to him, he flinched slightly, closing his sketch book. Not expecting anyone to sit next to him. He swallows. Shoving his camcorder into his bag. He fidgets with his fingers