I want to tell you a story. A story about a boy. He was a fairly normal boy; average height and build. He was kind to most he met, as long as they returned the act. He never fought; never argued. He was just kind.
Now, this boy loved all kinds of things: reading and writing; drawing and listening to music. He was a little strange though, and he kept mostly to himself. If someone said hello to him he would smile and say it back, and then go on his way. No one really talked to him, and he never did much of anything; except, go to the record store. It was like a second home to him. If he wasn't at school then you most surely would find him at that record store.
Music was a passion of his. He loved to hear the sweet symphonies playing. He didn't like the music that most others liked, though. If someone overheard the music playing out of his headphones, they would scowl and turn their noses. You see, he didn't look like what people thought was "normal". He liked to wear darker clothing, and