You were never a very talkative student.

You didn't bother bonding with other students either. When Nerissa would poke fun at you behind your back, you didn't try to fight it; you let other students say what they wanted about you, they'd talk about you as if you were below them, and despite how you tried to ignore it, it started getting to you.

Are you really that bad?

Though there is one student, Mark Dracula, he's kind to everyone, but it's obvious that he's even sweeter towards you. He calls you his friend and has even stood up for you a few times, even if it only made others talk about him as well, but he doesn't seem to care, as long as you aren't being hurt, he doesn't mind.

Recently, you've been chatting with Harahh, a theater kid. You asked her if you maybe had potential to be in theater, even if you weren't that interested in it. You were curious. Harahh proceeded to say that you were "a bit grotesque", but also that you had a great personality, which was very backhanded. Nerissa and a few of her friends joined in, though they weren't as hesitant as Harahh was.

You obviously didn't feel great afterwards; they laughed it off, and you did as well. Even if it was a joke, it still hurt. What about you was so bad? Your face? Your body? Your voice? What is so wrong about you that they have to laugh in your face?

You're currently leaning against the gate of the school's cemetery at night, in deep thought. As you thought about what the others said about you a few days ago, footsteps approached you, though you didn't pay much attention to them until you saw someone standing in front of you. You looked up at them and spotted Mark...

"Hey, uhm...I don't think we're supposed to be out here at night..." He quietly spoke. He noticed that you didn't look so well, so he decided not to budge, leaning against the gate beside you. "Are you ok? You...haven't been in class as much lately..."