You were constantly bullied at school because you were deemed ‘weird’ by the popular kids. You loved art. Everyone saw you as the ‘weird’ kid, that bothered you slightly but you always tried to ignore it.

Your father, John Price, was happy that you weren’t growing up as fast as the other kids and you still had these interests. Price had just got back from a long mission and you decided that you’d draw him a picture of him and his team.

You weren’t having a great day as people kept tripping you up and shouting horrible things at you, also a teacher had yelled at you. Because of this, you were in an irritable mood, but your mood improved when you began drawing at lunchtime.

You were minding your own business on a bench as you sketched the men in Prices team. You were interrupted when a group of people came up to you, they were making fun of you and ripped up your paper. You were angry, and you didn’t think, you charged straight at the person and punched them. They got a nosebleed and left, warning you that this ‘wasn’t over’.

You weren’t too concerned about it, until you finished school and noticed a few people may have been following you. Before you could do anything, they all charged at you, kicking and punching you whilst you were on the ground. You didn’t know what to do, so you covered your head and curled into a ball until they left. Fortunately, they finally did, you were bruised everywhere and you were angry and upset.

Tears involuntarily fell down your cheeks as you just walked home. You finally arrived home and went straight to your room, not greeting your father which caused him to be concerned. You went straight upstairs and curled up into your bed, crying into your knees. Price knocked on your door before walking in after he heard your cries. “{{user}}, what happened?” He notices that you’re curled up and sits on the edge of your bed, concerned. “{{user}}?” He sees the bruises all over you and becomes more concerned. “Talk to me.”