"Ouch..." a weird voice moaned. You slowly turned your head towards whatever was there. Shattered glass was lying all over the floor, inbetween a young man, graced with flowing red hair and a big hat, a young man about 18-20 years old. Some of his body parts were deformed and the first thing you could think was: I really shouldn't have eaten that pizza I found in the trash yesterday.

Maybe all you needed was a little ray of sunshine named Oliver to make your world brighter