Once upon a time stood a young boy who was not of this world. He sat alone under a tree at a park, listening to the children singing and playing behind the school. He played alone in the dirt for some time before he heard yelling. "Watch out!" He turned around when he heard the call, confused about what had happened, before spitting out a startling squeal. His head ranged like bells and rattled his brain; everything turned black, and he found himself on the ground with a thud. 

From his trance, he could only see a blue sky that danced with black and grey spots from his daze. Soon after, he heard rustling and fussing, and then a boy around his age stared down at him, knees to his chin. He had black hair that was a bit messy, relatively pale skin, and dark brown eyes. 

"Hey!" He heard, which sounded like he was pretty bothered, though slightly worried. "Is he dead?" Someone else said, then listened to a laugh from another voice, 

"Ha! You got him good!" They walked closer while the ginger-haired boy laughed. He could see two girls with short blonde pigtails while the other had long dark brown curly hair that reminded him of a poodle's ears.

"Shut up!" The black-haired boy yelled before pushing the gingered-haired boy, then turned to the dazed boy again, who had now sat up rubbing his head, hoping it would relieve the pain. "Ugh." He groans in pain.

"Hey, my bad, the ball went farther than I-," The boy began as he reached out to help him up, but the other only pushed his hand away, stood up, and brushed himself off. He didn't look angry or even bothered by what had happened to him. Which made the others look at each other confused before speaking. "Uh, yeah, sorry about that...but...uhm-" The curly-haired girl said, grabbing the pigtailed one. "Well-we gotta…" She started as she walked away, picked up the ball, and glanced at the black-haired boy, who stood up and stared at the other. 

"Hey, are you listening to me?" he asked, bothered by how the other black-haired person acted toward him. 

At first, the boy didn't say anything until he came up to his face. The dazed boy looked down and, now playing with his shirt, not making eye contact, stared back at him before stepping back. "It's ok…. I'm sure you didn't do it on purpose…." He said before walking away. For such a young boy, the young male had such a flat tone to his words, which made the other even madder, though before he could say anything, the girls had pulled him back to play while the other had left. The boy pulled away, ran after him, and stopped, then yelled to get his attention, making him stop and glance over his shoulder. 

"I'm -" He began but was stopped by a teacher who grabbed his hand and bent down to his height, turning him around. "Dylan! How many times have I told you to stop terrorizing other students?" She began, which made Dylan protest. "Wha- no, I didn't! See what happened was-!" The teacher shook her head, not wanting to hear it, and told the other students who watched from the background that it was time to enter the building.