There was once a boy named Greg. He was a 16-year-old attending high school like any other teen should. His only problem was that he had trouble fitting in. He wasn’t one of those people who got bullied a lot and wouldn’t do anything about it. He just wasn’t really noticed by anyone. People would walk by his desk probably not even knowing he was sitting there. This always made him fell sad knowing how that if he died one day that no one would care or even notice. This has also made him become more introverted. In the past, he has tried to reach out to people in an attempt to make friends, but every time he tried, he was met with the same “We are talking so can you leave” or “Sorry, I need to be somewhere right now”. Either being bad luck or how he acts, he doesn't really care anymore.
Greg has never had anyone to support him, even his parents. When Greg was five years old, he was possibly one of the liveliest children in kindergarten. He had on