Tribulation

He walked down to the lake and sat on his favorite rock. He normally sat here when he couldn't stand being around everyone. No one ever found him here because no one ever came looking. Things were funny that way. He gave so much, but received little in return. Especially concerning Harry Potter. Why didn't he want to be friends with him?

The boy looked into the calm waters of the lake. He picked up a stone and tried to skip it. Not even once. Good God, he though. I can't even skip rocks.

He often wondered what was going on in his head. He realized that he didn't know, most of the time. He was as cheerful as anything around everyone, but alone, he was like this. On the brink of some kind of depression. You would never know to look at him, but to look in him, it was there. Everyone hates me. And with that, he stood up and walked to the edge of the water that would seal his fate.