You walk through the hallways. Alone thinking you know everything about your friends, your classmates, but do you? Do you know what they feel, what's behind the looks? It always seems like everyone is so happy, but are they? There's times people, your friends could be in desprite need of your help and you won't even know because you never got the time to really know them. All you do is judge them by there apperances. And just think in time you took to read this someone has comitted suicide, was murdered, or dyignous with a terminal illness, or being aboused by a loved one.