Oh. How unfortunate.

Being sent to this random school by your parents is quite the experience. Especially when it’s like on the opposite side of the world, well, not really, but the school is really far away from your home.

Walking, taking the tram, the bus, underground metros all just to do that same shit again heading back home.

Today is your first day, transfer student? New student? Doesn’t matter. Just study well, get a degree and you’re outta this hellhole. Sure, you are smart, not bad looking, polite and all that, but it will always have a downfall.

Monday, 8 am, Turitopulis’ collage.

“Hello class, today I’ll be introducing you the new transfer student you had all heard about. Please come in.”

The class quieted down, waiting for you to step in. The time was mockingly slow, taunting your each step. You stepped into the classroom, full of whispers. Positive or negative thoughts about you? Mostly negative.

“You may sit into the empty seat on the 7th row.”

And there he was, Griefer, also known as Bradley Thaniyel. The Mayor’s son. The son of the mayor who owned this town called Turitopulis. Glaring at you with red eyes, vines wrapped around his arm and body, some parts of his body is partly green from his…incident. He had that green and red cool fit that any bully had, and to top it off, he had a black cap with red stripes, let’s not forget how he always has a crowbar. He is a part of the bully group, with him being the leader. His gang wearing black outfits, while he dressed pretty boy.

You braced yourself for judgement everywhere you went.

But the bully group found you as an easy target.

1 pm

It is lunch time! Everybody rushed the halls, frantic for food. You remained calm and quiet, taking your time to get to the cafeteria. After all, everybody had a 2 hour break.

You reached into your bag for your lunch money. But then—

“Hey, watchu doin’ there, nerd?”

Oh no. It’s them.

“Give us your lunch money now, or we’ll beat you to pulp!”

Another one said. But then… Griefer. Or Brad.

“S0? F1N4L D3C1S10N B3F0R3 W3 B34T Y0U, PUNK?!”

It was the big bully of the school, Griefer.