That boy is really weird. Those were the first words that popped into my head as I drove home.

I feel the need to protect him. But why would I think that? I always have to start conversations. Has he ever even spoken to me? I don't think he's said one word to me. How rude. What kind of person never speaks to another person? No, but I'm sure he's said something to me, hasn't he?

He did seem like he was hiding something though. They say that every person has an aura. His was blue. But not a normal blue. A blue that seemed impenetrable but also a blue that you could walk right through. A blue that screamed for help. A blue that screamed for me.

Oh please. Don't get ahead of yourself, Virginia. You are you. And  you don't need anybody else.