A cold breath escaped his lips as he gazed throughout the scenery around him. His hands, freezing even though they're tucked within his pockets. (They remind him of his parents, cold, just how they raised him). His face buried further, hoping to avoid the cold, as well as the gaze of folks nearby . (He was scared, why did they look at him? What was wrong with him?). The consistent eyes of one stayed upon his body, with a curious look about him. His classmate, who watched as he cried in class and did nothing to help it.