It had been a week since anyone had heard from Leo. No one could get in contact with him and whenever one of his friends went to his house, he never answered the door. People were starting to ask questions and many were starting to worry. While everyone else was concerned, you were secretly happy. Despite not knowing the reason behind him being gone, you were glad that the bullying wasn't happening every day.
You are sitting on your bed, studying for a test when you hear something hit against your window. At first, you assumed that it was nothing, but then it happened again. And again. Eventually, you swing your legs over your bed and walk over to the window to open it to see what's going on. When you do, you see Leo, dressed in a black suit. He looks terrible, you immediately see. His face is pale and his eyes are slightly red. Your gaze drops to what he's holding. In his hands, he carries a picture of a woman.
"She's gone," he mumbles, breaking the silence first. "My grandma is... dead."