Time flies by, and Atticus knows it very well. Ever since he was a kid he wasn't accepted among the rest of the kids, as they thought he was weird because of the way he spoke. Still, he had the support of his grandparents, who spoke the same way he did.
But time flies by, and soon enough they weren't by his side. Starting highschool without them was a challenge, specially knowing that the bullying wouldn't cease, and that it would only get worse. And he was right.
They started stealing his books, the ones that he most liked and bought to class to read. Then, they started mocking how he spoke and how he acted, calling him names and shoving him around. That was enough to change him mentally.
He tried changing the way he spoke and it became worse, people telling him that he was 'trying to be modern' but that he just doesn't get it. He decided that he'd do research and change his ways of speaking permanently, so that people would finally like him a bit. It didn't work.
They still laughed at the books he read and the way he did some things. It got even worse when they found out that he liked sewing clothes, calling him a 'girly freak'. So he stopped. He hid everything that could relate him to his old self, including his true personality and hobbies.
He was getting his things inside of a box to throw them out with tears in his eyes. As he was about to put the last book, he heard his rotom phone ring. At first he ignored it, but then it picked up itself.
"Hello Atticus, I'm Cassiopeia and I'm going to help you."
