It was John Watson's first day at a public school. He had just moved to London and had been homeschooled all through his life. However, money became very tight and his parents both had to get jobs, which meant that he could no longer do that.
As his first day of school was quickly approaching, John grew more and more nervous. He never really fit in with other kids. He suffered from severe social anxiety. Every time he was out walking on the streets with his neighborhood friends, he was always picked on. He grew depressed with each day, but he hoped that his friends would keep him distracted. Sooner or later, all of his friends left. He was left alone with his thoughts. He began to harm himself sometimes, when the thoughts became too much. On most occasions he would just lay in his bed, staring at the ceiling. He'd lie awake until 3 in the morning until his thoughts got the best of him and he was able to cry himself to sleep. Nobody could ever understand, not even his parents, how he was so depressed. Therefore, they shoved it off and acted like it was nothing, treated it like a phase. This of course caused John greater stress. The thoughts were able to overpower him more often until he was harming himself a least once a day.
He hoped that a new school would give him a chance to make at least one friend to distract him from his mess of a life. He may have gotten a bit more than he bargained for in the end.
