He stood in front of the mirror, staring, unimpressed by what he saw. William Danver was a scrawny little thing with glasses and an advanced vocabulary. Not exactly the formula for popularity for a seventeen year old boy in high school. William was constantly on the receiving end of torment and ridicule along with the occasional beating thrown in when the jocks wanted to impress the cheerleaders. He didn’t mind because he was smart enough to know that high school would be the peaking point in their lives. The familiarity of this treatment was not brought on by the cruel inner circle at Lawrence High, but from a source much closer to home.