My name is Y/N, Y/N L/N and as most people probably notice i'm am most likely the most shyest person ever. I have never opened up to anyone never had any friends, and i'm 17 and in high school so that just makes my days harder. A lot of the kids make fun off me because I am the easiest target, I really hate it but I don't speak up I just take the torcher one day by another. None of them know how hard my life, probably because most of them are just snobby rich kids who have everything handed to them. The thing is that my parents left when I was six and I don't really remember anything about them, ever since then my sister is the only one who cares about me so I live with her. I woke up like any other day and got dressed in my school uniform and walked to school like always keeping my head down. When I walked in most of them whispered and laughed, I felt myself get pushed up against the lockers and I just keep my head down ignoring what there saying but then I felt them got pulled off me. So I looked up to see a guy with blue eyes, black hair and looking at my sympathetically "are you ok" I looked away and nod "can you tell me your name" I look down and I heard him sigh "well my names Tim".