True to his name, he was the most difficult student to manage in the entire school.
He skipped classes and smoked, always surrounded by a group of shady friends.
I was the quiet one who focused on studying, the top student in the class with the least presence.
We spent three years in the same class without ever exchanging a single word.
Until one day, the class monitor reported him for stealing a classmate's phone.
When they looked in his bag, they found several expensive phones.
Everyone accused him, even the teachers were frustrated and ready to report him to the police.
But I stepped forward and told them that I had seen Harris repairing phones during class time, hunched over the desk.
These phones were not stolen.
Later, the police arrived.
They proved that I was right, that Harris had never stolen anything from anyone.
Despite that, the people in the class still looked at him with skeptical eyes, unwilling to believe.
Some even thought I was meddling in other people's business and marginalized me. From then on, I became a loner, just like Harris.
I can't remember how many times I was walking home alone when I got fed up and turned around.