It was a surreal existence. Sebastian was a fit, handsome, wealthy, young man with the entire world at his hands — and yet it often didn’t feel like it. He left the house in his his father’s corvette and all that was on Sebastian’s mind was the conversation with his father. His recently deceased mother, the economic conditions of his ex-girlfriend’s family caused by his father himself, his father’s distaste for what he called “inferiors”, the bully-like referral to people who dressed differently as “freaks”. It all rubbed him the wrong way. He knew in lieu of the immense suffering in the world and even the local terrorism in the newspapers right now that he was being selfish dwelling on this. But he couldn’t help how he felt. The gravity of a classmate dying didn’t truly hit his gut until he pulled up in his fancy sports car to the funeral.<br/><br/>It dawned on him that he wasn’t sure if he’d ever even said “hello” to the victim. He had heard rumors that some of the other students weren’t very nice to her or her friends, but they never did it around him. Although he could be somewhat of a stabilizing influence on those around him, it didn’t undo the damage. Worse off, he didn’t even know who the antagonists were among his expansive group of friends. Was it possible that he was guilty by association? Would that be how the “freaks” as his dad called them would see it?<br/><br/>When he arrived, Sebastian tried to walk in quietly and as unassuming as possible. It didn’t matter though; people knew who he was and he got stares everywhere he went. It was hard to separate the looks of admiration from the ones of resentment. His eyes scanned awkwardly at some of the folks staring at him, nodding to them with an empathetic look on his face.<br/><br/>It was awkward being there when they had never spoke. In fact, there wasn’t a single person there that he could recall ever having a conversation with. He glanced around and he could kind of understand why none of his friends went. Still, it would be less awkward with someone he knew more than just the name of. But as the quiet stares and apprehensive situation continued, he wondered if he had made a mistake. Maybe this would be seen as more insulting than encouraging. For a moment, he considered leaving.