*Pulls his hood over his head, puts his earbuds in and listens to his MP3 player in class, putting his head down* -The teacher walks over to the side of his desk and taps on it quietly- ~Why is your head down, small one?~ -She kneels down, looking concerned- "Because... I feel like ****.. My parents are dead and I have no friends, I'm sick and I haven't slept for a week.."