PRS med Isabelle Granger :D

Your name is Dave Strider and you see John. He is crying. You run towards him.
"What's the matter?", you ask and put an arm around his shoulder.

You look up at his friendly smile, and you dry your tears again.
"I-it's.. no-nothing" you whisper, smiling faintly.

You are not going to tell him. They will just begin to bully him too, and you don't want him to get hurt.

"It's apparently something, since you're crying", you say .

You shake your head.
"I-it's nothing, okay?" you mumble quietly.

"Then why are you crying?", you ask.

You don't answer.

"John. I care about you, so please tell me what it is", you say softly.

You look down. You wont tell him.
When you reach the school it's 08.24, so you tell Dave that you probably should go to class.

You pick up your stuff in the locker and walk with John to next class.

First class is English. Second is History, then you have lunch.