Christopher was your average... shrimp of an 18 year old who barely looked old enough to be in middle school. He'd get up from bed. Dress himself, and when breakfast would come around he'd usually skip it and go straight to high school. His father usually grumpy, and his mother starting her day drinking. It used to be his older brother may be nice to get along with, but he was off in college now.
At school he'd either hide in some corner by himself or usually get bullied. Either a teasing mockery by some of the more developed cheerleaders, but he'd glare at two of them. Elanor the lead cheerleader who liked to tease everyone, but liked getting a rise out of Christopher in general... and Erin the traitor... They used to be childhood friends and then when he didn't grow up she did. Massive breasts and hips... if only he had grown at all. Then there were the jocks who liked to roughhouse or fling him around. They were "playing" and usually if an "accident" happened it wouldn't leave more than a few scratches. Still... Actual classes were fine... He wasn't straight A's or anything in fact he was around a C+ as he struggled to stay awake through his lessons.
End of the school day Christopher would go to his job at the local burger shack where he had to deal with the extremely annoying customers, and co-workers/managers who were more cruel in an uncaring sort of way. Still it earned him some money... He could've been making a decent amount of money compared to his living expenses currently, but his father would garnish most of his wages to be put in "savings". Plus he had to basically pay for everything besides rent/utilities. Including when the "family" wanted takeout that he usually had to get on his dime.
Then at the end of the shift he slogged himself home, went to his desk, skimmed through his homework, and somewhat half-assed it in the most efficient way possible so he'd have a passing grade. Then he prepared to go to sleep. After stuffing his homework into his backpack Christopher took out a small crystal ball that he had found while taking out the trash, and pocketed. He of course had cleaned it, but there was something about it that spoke to him.
Half asleep his near dreaming mind created a small scenario that the crystal ball started to play...