Everyone judged him, they all thought he was the "weird" kid. They thought he had no sense of style because he always wore black and he drew on himself. What they didn't know though was he wore black because he wanted to hide from everyone, he drew on himself because it was better to write in pen then in your own blood. What they didn't know was he was ready to take a 6 story jump. They never cared if he was ok, he had a smile so of course he was ok. No one seemed to notice all the scars on his arms and legs, or they just didn't care. He always wore hoodies to hide his scars, hide his ugly face, hide his real feelings, he wore a hoodie to hide from everything and everyone. The teachers where no better either, they where oblivious. He was the quiet, good working student, he never seemed to misbehave. No one noticed when he committed suicide, or they just didn't care. No one ever really cared about him or what he did, because he was the "weird" kid.
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The Random Man With Random Thoughts
RandomThis is going to be completely random. There isn't going to be any filter on this so be warned now. Also there is not going to be a very clear story that goes with this.
