There was a boy who was out of the ordinary. He walked with a limp, was short, and would keep stuttering and lost track of his words easily. The boy had no friends, and no one would talk to him. The boy would always be made fun of by the others, and only got in trouble just to get someone's attention. He always felt guilty for the things he has done, and just wanted someone who would talk to him. The boy thought to himself, “I wish someone would actually talk to me and see who I am on the inside, not my outside self.” He limped over to someone and asked, “H..hu..h..hey! How ya d..d..ddoing?” “Go away loser, no one wants to be friends with someone like you” he replied. The boy limped away, tears were racing down his cheek, the trail of his tears creating a river.