(Third person)
Gerard walked briskly down the road, trying not to make eye contact with anyone. He was hunched over, little bits of hair covering his face. His unzipped school bag was slung over his shoulder, small pieces of paper flying out occasionally. Gerard hated school, he hated the teachers, he hated the students and he hated not being at home. Gerard was always a very shy, he never talked, unless he was spoken too, and even then it was usually quiet one word answers. But no one ever talked to Gerard, he was just the weird emo kid that listened to loud music and drew a lot. Gerard was a great artist, he drew everything, from people he had seen, to plants and wildlife. He put so much effort and detail into each drawing, they almost looked like photos.
