I place my bag down beside me ready to begin class. I hear them joke about me and call me queer. Damn bullies. Beside me sits another guy, a fairly kind one too. He yells at the bullies to leave me alone.

His sparkling blue eyes make me forget this man suffers from schizophrenia. I feel as if, I feel love for him. Although something doesn't feel right, I feel as if someone doesn't want me around him.