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Like a lot of other kids his age, Michael enjoyed spending time on the internet. In fact, that was

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Like a lot of other kids his age, Michael enjoyed spending time on the internet. In fact, that was almost all that he did. He spent countless hours browsing web pages, from Reddit to tumblr to YouTube, and always felt most comfortable within the safety of cyberspace. This included time at school as well, and while most students were busy chatting away with friends, Michael preferred to relax on a bench and use his laptop. At first, Michael was bullied. Calls of “loser!” and “nerd!” soon followed after he opened up his computer. But those jeers had been diminished, and most of the kids at Franklin High School in good ol Michigan just left him alone. Honestly, he wouldn’t have it any other way. Occasionally, a …show more content…

It was a day like most others: he cruised through his classes, did his work without comment, and then, come lunch, open up his laptop to see what was new on Reddit. But he couldn’t find it. It was not in the bag that he normally carried it in. And he was sure that he had brought it to school because he would have felt the greatly reduced weight. He frantically searched the bag again, and then took off running around the school, retracing all of his steps from all of his classes. No matter where he went, there was no sign of his precious computer. Defeated, Michael returned to his bench and plopped down, close to tears. There was still ten minutes left in the lunch period, and he was going to spend all ten worrying about the location of his computer. He sat, head down, wringing his hands and trying to calm himself. Then, he felt a hand on his shoulder. “Hey, Michael,” a voice gently said. “Are you okay?” It was Jerry, making his daily stop by Michael’s bench to greet him. “Yes,” Michael practically whispered. “Yes, I’m fine.” “You don’t look fine to me, kiddo. Where’s your computer?” Michael could barely force himself to say the words. “It’s gone.” Jerry paused. “Like ‘you left it at home’ gone, or ‘gone’ gone?” “’Gone’ gone…” Michael squeaked, then began to cry. Jerry

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