You walk the halls in front of you, hoping this would be different. It’s a fresh start, a new beginning to forget about your bullying and taunting at your old school.

You thought it would be easier, and quicker, to get to class if you walked aside the rugby pitch.

You heard some shouts from the players, but it was nothing new. They all were loud. You continued to walk, not thinking of anything of it.

Without warning, a ball came blasting towards you, hitting you straight in the head, and sending a bolt of pain rushing through your body.

Barely audible voices grew closer, the pounding in your head growing worse and worse by the second, you only being able to focus on the pain shooting through your body.