Jordy, 16
It had been a rough first day of school. After all, the young man had just moved to this city with his abusive father, and Jordy could feel everyone's curious stares and hear their whispers. But Jordy couldn't blame them. After all, the boy had two different colored eyes, and Jordy had a stutter whenever the boy spoke, which only grew worse when Jordy was scared or angry.
But instead of walking straight home, Jordy made his way to the playground, backpack draped on his shoulders, heavy with the school books and other needed items for the year. Wiping his eyes, Jordy sniffled softly and plopped down upon a swing, the sun already sinking steadily below the horizon with the Winter hours looming over them, the boy kicking at the sand, letting out a long deep breath, hands tightening around the chains holding up the swing.
