Nobody knew why young Johnathan smiled.
He was, for all intents and purposes, an average child. He ate, slept, breathed, talked, just like everybody else. He attended school, did his homework, played with his own circle of friends. He received above-average grades in class, but remained second, third, to other, brighter students he wasn't extraordinary by any means. But he did everything with at the very least a faint whisper of a grin, walked through life with a wisp of a smile that could almost be blown away by the autumn breeze. Yet, it never did. The winds blew strong, and the smile remained day after day.
It was with this smile that he walked to school, and it was with this smile that he walked out. He smiled in the mornings, mornings where other children groaned and refused to attend with voices that spoke of torment and boredom. He smiled in the evenings, evenings where other children rebelled against their bedtimes. None of his peers understood what he found so pleasant