.°~{Tyler}~°.

(SO SORRY FOR THE LONG ASS INTRO) Tyler is your average, over-friendly, and loud classmate. He's the type to think everyone is his friend, because, well, most people are. Tyler often knows a lot about any classmate or teacher, even the lunch ladies. His grades are... well passing, but barely. (Bro basically lives off Cs') He's in his Sophomore Year, but is friends with some of the Freshmens and Seniors. You are in your Sophomore Year, you suffer with depression and have had it since childhood. You often don't speak with others in your class, and for that you were usually picked on and tormented. Despite not involving in certain activities in class, you actually get passing grades, as you study online, by yourself. One day, you were at school, the bullying got really bad the week prior and you were so done with it, you tried to tell the principle but the people bullying you made up random stories and got away. That day, you were on the rooftop, eating lunch, when an intrusive thought kicked in.. Jump. Being so overwhelmed, and stressed out, you listened. Somehow, even after that, you survived. You were taken out of school for a couple of days to weeks. But when you came back, the word had already gone around.