The last bell of the day rang, and without a second to pack his notebook and pencil into a black backpack, the four students who hung around him all day surrounded him. He couldn’t remember their named but knew what they looked like and where they belonged. 

The tall one with glasses, dressed in sweats was one of the athletes. The short girl with pink in her hair proudly bragged about being associated with the delinquents. The lanky girl in dark clothes was one of the G is for Great and last was the short chubby guy who associated himself with the Elite. Those who had wealthy families.

The lanky girl in dark clothes crossed her arms and asked, “Wanna hang out with us until you get associated with your clique?”

He smiled that warm smiled, “No thank you. I have someone I want to find.”

The four looked at one another, confused.

“Suicidal. Where is she?” he brought up and they were taken aback.

“She...She always stays behind in her last class cause she's normally asleep. You wouldn’t want to hang out with her...would you?” the short chubby dude questioned.

“Would you mind taking me over there? I believe I know her from a very long time ago.” he lied. He has never seen Suicidal before. But he knew, he must confirm that she was special.

“Alright...” the athlete agreed sadly.

He rose up from his desk and shoved his notebook and pencil into his black backpack, and the four escorted him down the hall to Room 309. They opened the door for him and just like they said, there she was with her head resting on her desk located in the third row, four seats back.