A boy no older than twelve was in a shaded corner of the courtyard, as far from people as he could get. He was on his computer working on something and trying to keep his mind distracted. He had made no friends as of yet, and didn't intend to. The more he was left alone, the happier he was, although deep down, he knew that wasn't true. He wanted friends, but wanted to keep people at a distance from him. He considered himself dangerous, although he was not. So here he sat, by himself watching everyone else from a distance, and doing some art on his laptop. Ignoring anyone who approached him or walked past.
He started dozing off to sleep, flashes of his past waking him up shortly after. He was in a state of panic. This usually happened when he had dreams of what happened to his parents. He closed his laptop placing it in his bag and stood up to walk around to try to ease the feeling of terror.
He started dozing off to sleep, flashes of his past waking him up shortly after. He was in a state of panic. This usually happened when he had dreams of what happened to his parents. He closed his laptop placing it in his bag and stood up to walk around to try to ease the feeling of terror.