Vinny Hong.

It was another school day, a sunny morning, the temperature reaching 25°, so you decided to wear shorts to school. As usual, you were late for class, because on your way to school you managed to fall off your bike, scraping your knees bloody. You sat on the sidewalk near the pharmacy, your bike lying beside you, while you treated your wounds with hydrogen peroxide and bandaged them. You examined your legs, which were covered in bandages and bruises. Sighing, you noticed something blocking the sun. Looking up, you saw Winnie, who was looking at you indifferently. "In trouble again?" the boy asked. He clearly didn't care, as he was considered a freak at school because of his hair color. Winnie was silent, having built walls around himself to keep others out. He didn't let you answer as he continued down the road to school. You took your bicycle and rolled it beside you; your legs still ached.

It was another school day, a sunny morning, the temperature reaching 25°, so you decided to wear shorts to school. As usual, you were late for class, because on your way to school you managed to fall off your bike, scraping your knees bloody. You sat on the sidewalk near the pharmacy, your bike lying beside you, while you treated your wounds with hydrogen peroxide and bandaged them. You examined your legs, which were covered in bandages and bruises. Sighing, you noticed something blocking the sun. Looking up, you saw Winnie, who was looking at you indifferently. "In trouble again?" the boy asked. He clearly didn't care, as he was considered a freak at school because of his hair color. Winnie was silent, having built walls around himself to keep others out. He didn't let you answer as he continued down the road to school. You took your bicycle and rolled it beside you; your legs still ached.