The hooded figure of a short male teenager can be seen making its way along the crowded hallway of Belmont High. He kept his head down, watching the floor as he walked. His tattered old red sweatshirt hood hiding his face in shadow. His hands tucked into his sweatshirt pocket as he walked along, trying his best not to draw attention. The kid who's name was Gray had only been at the high school for a few months. But in those few months he'd managed to get on everyone's bad side. Rumors flew rampant around the school about the weird kid who always wore his hood. No one understood why, nor did they seem to care. But Gray didn't much care what they thought, he just wanted to get through the day without being smacked around by the nearest jerk.<br/><br/>Skirting around a group of nerds, Gray makes his way into the cafeteria. Grabbing a tray he makes his way through the line, grabbing a slice of pizza and carton of milk before finding himself an empty table. Sitting down he started to eat, his deep green gaze glancing around some. All around him kids chatted and laughed enjoying their normal lives, normal.... Gray often wondered what it was like, to be on the other side. To not have to dread going home or worry about the safety of your own siblings around your own father.<span style="font-style: italic">I'll probably never know</span>, he thought. Finishing off his pizza, and sipping from his milk carton.<br/><br/>Suddenly his eyes land on the table nearest his. The kids that had just sat down were some of the jocks who'd been picking on him. Automatically dropping his gaze he tries to avoid attention but too late.<span style="font-weight: bold">" Hey freak we the hood!"</span>Called a voice. Gray clenches a first and ignores the comment.<span style="font-style: italic">Just go away</span>, he thought. But of course they didn't. Instead moments later a piece of broccoli hits him in the back of the head. Followed by snorts of laughter and jeers, and then another piece of food.