He always sat in the very back corner. The only thing I knew about him was his name. His hood's always up. He's really quiet.
Yet, he's the target. The one person that everyone in the school picked on.
I felt bad to watch him get beaten both mentally and physically, every single day he came to school. Still, I never said anything. I just watched, praying for it to finish.
It only takes me one fateful pairing for a class project to realize something.
It doesn't take very long for one person to become your whole world.